#sightingfromadistance

@laurabartcnx

The medical tests she had submitted to at Fury’s request at the Strategic Scientific Reserve no longer felt benign and routine. She was still wearing the paper thin gown from the exam. Coulson had been so proud of his pet project, so certain that she would see how much this would help. The words had been lost on her, Alzheimer’s had come up, so had rapid tissue regeneration. She had splayed her fingers against the glass, concentrating so as not to shatter it with a misplaced photon pulse, concentrating so as not to put a hole through Coulson’s chest with a photon pulse, she wasn’t even aware of him stepping out of the room.

She hadn’t been able to move, hadn’t been able to drag her eyes away from the sight of the decaying and dismembered blue body in front of her. Voices floated down the hall, hot and angry cursing interspersed with Coulson’s smooth placating words. Suddenly there was the dull thud of contact, the subtle crunch of nasal cartilage, and the thump of a body colliding with the ground She needed to move, she needed to leave.

“C’mon.” She jolted hard at the hand slipping into hers, but Clint didn’t even flinch at the pulse of energy that he must have felt. “You don’t want to be here right now.”

Benji shook his head, a little manically. 

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Breathing hurt, Clint realized instantly, and not just in the sense that the breath had been knocked out of him when he hit the ground. He could feel the bones grind against each other with each inhale and exhale in a sickening and all too familiar way.  

He laid there for a moment longer, trying to find the desire to move, trying to assess his current state and how he had gotten there. There was a voice, tinny and dim over the rush of blood in his ears. Benji his brain dully informed him, and it all came rushing back in that moment. He still wasn’t sure what the hell Benji had been doing in the middle of his op, SHIELD knew damn well to keep Clint Barton the field agent far removed from the IMF and all associations thereof. He finally rolled over to his hands and knees with a bit off groan. “I’m good, I’m up” He managed, suppressing the urge to cough against the tightness at his chest, “I’m up.” The archer caught sight of Benji’s wound, wishing he was wearing Brandt’s usual attire, the tie would have made a better tourniquet than anything he had on him in his black unmarked tactical uniform.

He felt relief when the other man confirmed that he was alright, at least for the most part. He had been more than a little confused when his colleague had slipped away from their team and disappeared, having initially panicked to find that his friend was gone. But upon seeing him leaving alone, Benji had decided to follow him, just to be sure everything was ok.

Needless to say, his confusion levels had risen when he realised that Brandt was opting to use a bow and arrow instead of a gun to fight off whoever it was that attacked him. The tech had grabbed his own gun and begun to shoot in an attempt to protect Brandt, succeeding in taking down a few of the hostiles, only to be hit with the butt of a gun from behind.

When he woke up, his head was throbbing and someone had decided to stick a knife through his thigh. Perfect. 

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?@sightingfromadistance

If you could give me something more than you don’t know where, of course. WB

Who am I kidding, I would find a way regardless. WB