Clint looked in horror, ignoring the shots ringing outside from the other Avengers. Taking a shaky step forward, he leans down to look the man over. "Benji, Benjamin." He begins to repeat the man's name trying to get a response. He hands working on Benji's restraints. "Come on, you aren't gonna leave me like this are you? Who the hell is gonna send me off with tech I don't understand?" There was no telling the extent of damage on Benji at this point, yet either way, Clint was getting him out.
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?
@puppet-tangled-in-strings
Benji heard distant sounds of gunfire from his semi-conscious state, wondering if maybe they had finally found him or if it was just another auditory hallucination like the many others. Last time, he heard Ethan talking to him. This time, it was apparently gunfire.
And another familiar voice.
At first, he tried to ignore it, keeping his eyes closed for not wanting to deal with more false hope, but this seemed far too real. The voice was far too loud and there was someone tugging at the straps that held him down.
Finally, he opened his eyes and saw that face. The face he wondered if he’d ever see again.
“Br-Brandt?” No, not Brandt, remember? He recalled finding out the truth, but his mind still registered as seeing William Brandt, not Clint… Someone. He couldn’t remember.
