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[avenging_archer]

Characters: Clint Barton & Whoever else wants in on the madness.!
Open? Open to whomever
Where: On the road South of town
When: Day 9 mid-morning
What: A very confused Hawkeye is seeking some answers about just where the hell he is.
Warnings: Potential naughty language and grumpiness.


The sandy haired man who was riding up the road towards south gate had a watchful look on his face. His seat was excellent and obviously knew his way around the horse judging by the loose, one-handed grip he had on the reins as the black steed loped towards the town. In his other hand, he held the bow with an arrow notched and held at the ready just to be safe. Clint wasn’t the type to shoot first and ask questions later but after the morning he had had, he definitely felt like taking the ‘better safe than sorry’ approach.

Tugging lightly on the reins, Hawkeye pulled the stallion to a stop and surveyed the bridge ahead carefully. “Well, boy, should we see if they’re friendly?” Clint asked, musing out loud more than anything else. One of the horse’s ears flicked back at him before prickling one again.

“Right, well, let’s hope they don’t shoot us full of holes.” Not wanting to be viewed as hostile, he dropped the reins long enough to slip the arrow from the bow-string and into the quiver tied to the side of his saddle. Nudging his mount forward once again, they set out at a measured walk towards the city gates.

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[greatsquirrelhunter]

As he approached the gates, he might have become aware of a puppy watching him intently from the side of the road.

Faolan didn't much like strangers, but the horse seemed friendly enough. He was willing to believe that the man wasn't too bad. He barked twice to get attention.

[avenging_archer]

Scenting the wolf pup, the horse snorted warningly. Being prey animals, equines tended to get nervous around wolves no matter how small they might be.

"Whoa, boy." Clint soothed, studying the puppy curiously. "He's just a little guy, why are you freaking out?" Dismounting smoothly, the sandy haired man gathered up the reins beneath the bridal. "Hey there, little guy. Are you friendly?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Daddy had told him to be careful of strangers [as if he didn't already know that] so Faolan crouched down and whined softly. His eyes moved up to look at the stranger piteously.

[avenging_archer]

"You're a little cutey, aren't you." The blond man murmured, a warm smile pulling at his mouth. Dropping the reins, Clint cautiously approached the pup and knelt down as best as he could so he could hold out his hand to the pup.

Is this okay? If not, I can absolutely delete!

[sorcerous]

And then: a warning growl.

The darker wolf had blended in, hidden himself in the shadow of tree and leaf. His eyes were yellow and his form was tense. Protective, of the little puppy.

[brosif]

Sif was on her way to the Two Faced Forest, breakfast in one hand and a sword in the other. She crossed the bridge and gave a cursory nod to the man and his horse. Something about them seemed off in a way that Sif was becoming increasingly familiar with.

"A good morning to you, traveler."

[avenging_archer]

"Morning, ma'am." Let it not be said Clint Barton wasn't a polite one when it suited him. "Do you live uh...here? Or know just where the heck 'here' is by any wild chance?" She was the first person he'd seen on the road so far and was kind of hoping she might have some freaking answers for him.

[brosif]

Apparently, it was becoming a habit for Sif to run across newcomers on horseback. She chuckled a bit to herself at the thought.

"I am here, for now. In the Kingdom of Eswareinmal, though my home is considerably further away. There, I am The Lady Sif of Asgard. Here, they call me Prince."

[avenging_archer]

He silently repeated that strange sounding word. Eswareinmal? Never heard of it but it definitely sounded European. Sif's next words however had Clint's brows climbing upwards in surprise. "Asgard? Like the Asgard? Do you know Thor too?"

Clint had met the Asgardian in passing and had certainly heard plenty about him.

[brosif]

At the mention of her comrade, Sif’s expression was bright and unguarded.

“Thor Odinson is my closest friend! You and I are well met, then. How did you come to know him?”

[like_a_gerbil]

The city was new to him and so he needed to get his bearings. Learn the territory. Figure strategy and escape routes in case he and Tony ever had to leave in a hurry. And exploring really wasn't a hardship. He'd always liked the excitement and motion of cities, even if this one was more like the medieval ones of his reality's past.

His reality's...it was going to take some time to get used to that.

He'd decided not to wear his armor, but he still carried the sword that he'd been given and had his shield at his back, not ready to believe this place was safe despite reassurances otherwise. Turning at the sound of a horse, he stared for a few seconds and he realized who was riding through the gates. "Clint?"

[avenging_archer]

Clint was approaching the city with all the due wariness it deserved. Not wanting to come across as too aggressive, he'd loosened the bowstring reluctantly and stowed it behind him. It made him feel damned naked despite the fact that he had a perfectly good sword bumping against his side or the throwing knives he'd between the chainmail and leather undergarments.

The very last thing Hawkeye had expected as he approached the strange looking town was to hear his own name being called out by a very familiar sounding voice. Turning towards the voice, Clint stared incomprehensibly at Steve for a moment as though he couldn't believe his own eyes.

"Cap?" As though sensing Clint's sudden tension, the high-strung black stallion tossed its head restlessly and started to prance nervously.

[like_a_gerbil]

When Clint answered, Steve started cutting through the crowd as best he could when surrounded by people who seemed to think knights were celebrities. He managed to make his way to Clint with minimal fuss, relying mostly on the polite smile and greetings that had kept him from being overwhelmed after the USO shows.

Why was Clint here? First, both Steve and Tony were brought here, now Clint. Had one of his first theories that this was a training exercise been true or was whoever brought them here targeting people connected to SHIELD?

"Yeah," he answered, grinning up at Clint, keeping what he hoped was a safe distance from the horse. "It's me. They got you too?"

[avenging_archer]

When Steve approached, Clint dismounted and slid down to the ground so he could meet the other on even ground. He was surprised to see the super soldier here and it filled him with a deep-set feeling of dread. If Cap was here then just how powerful were these people?

Clint's smile was a little strained as his hand stretched out in greetings towards Steve. "Well, ain't this a kick in the head? Heh, how many of us did they manage to get, Cap?"

Holding the horse's reins with one hand, Hawkeye was certain to keep himself between Steve and the restless animal. He hadn't missed the almost wary look Steve had given the horse. "I don't suppose you happen to know just why these people have kidnapped us, do you?"

[like_a_gerbil]

Shaking Clint's hand, he made sure not to let his unease show. Coincidence was sometimes just that, but other times it led to something that usually came back to attack later. "They nabbed me and Tony Stark yesterday. I'm not sure if they got anyone else." Yet.

He glanced over at the horse, keeping an eye on the stallion. Motorcycles, jeeps, even the SUV things that SHIELD had fleets of he took to easily, but horses would take time to get used to.

"I've been told that we were brought here to stop some thorns from overrunning the place." There was a hint of skepticism in his voice. "I figure there's more to it than that, but it's the only story I've been able to dig up."

[legacyofiron]

Tony was still trying to come to terms with this place. And the crazy women folk that came with it. He was used to girls fawning over him, but not mom's trying to shove him into shot gun weddings with their daughters. Which was probably why he was making a break for it. Pulling his horse along behind him, he was trying to duck out of the city before any of the female inhabitants caught the 'prince' running away.

He was just starting to cross the bridge when he caught sight of the new person. Oh great. One more new person... but good too... more girls to chase this one instead. "You look new. Met any of the locals yet?" Okay, maybe that came off a little smug for someone purposely putting his horse between him and view of the gates.

[avenging_archer]

Clint had been looking around the city, so enraptured by how authentic everything looked and smelled that he didn't even notice Tony at first. Only the subtle tension in his mount's body as the other stallion approached warned him moments before the heavily armored horse's head snapped out to bite Tony's horse sharply.

They were in the part of the city where animals were bought and sold and there was a mare in season somewhere. This made the black horse restless and territorial.

"God! Calm now you crazy--" Clint had to yank the horse's head around so it sidestepped to keep him away from Tony's stallion. "I apologize I--" When the blond archer went to apologize to the 'prince' his jaw dropped. "Mr. Stark?"

[legacyofiron]

Okay, number one reason Tony did not like animals. They were unpredictable and... snappy. Biting and no. He moved instantly before his horse shoved him off the bridge and laid his ears back to snap right back at the other horse. Seriously? Life in hell couldn't be much better, right? It was bad enough he smelled like his horse.

"Take your annoying issues elsewhere..." Grumbling at his horse, he could almost feel the mount glaring at him. He'd likely pay for complaining later. That was when he heard his name. Looking up, brow furrowed, he eyed the knight on the horse with deep skepticism.

"Just when I was getting used to no one knowing who I was." And he didn't have a reputation for sleeping with men, so at least he was safe on that front cause he got tired of the 'remember me?!' comments from girls. "Have we met?"

[avenging_archer]

Keeping a tight rein on the animal so it was forced to turn in a tight circle until it calmed down a little, Hawkeye was staring at Tony with open confusion on his face.

Unfortunately, the complete lack of recognition on Tony's face had unease and wariness crawling up his spine. Perhaps he was mistaken? No, he'd know that smug face anywhere. "Uh...yeah? We work together with the Avengers?" While Clint had no idea the ubiquitous Tony Stark and his once nemesis Iron Man were the same person, Stark was a regular face around the Avenger's mansion. The man bankrolled their operation after all and his advisory position with Steve meant he and the man had crossed paths more than once. "You are Tony Stark right and not some funky doppelganger or something?"

Clint's horse made a halfhearted attempt to kick Tony's stallion and impatiently, the blond pulled back on the reins so it backed up a few feet so the animals weren't within lashing out distance of one another. "Must be a damned mare in season nearby, I apologize."

[legacyofiron]

"I am a consultant for them. So... I'm going to assume with the stats you fit, you're Barton?" Yes, he'd hacked into Fury's files on the agents he had in the initiative and Clint Barton fit this man. Not that he expected to meet the guy... It was crazy enough that he'd met Steve.

"Archer, right?" His mind shifted gears a moment as he tried to ignore the stupidity of animals and add the situation up in his head. "At this rate it seems the whole team is getting sucked here to the Renaissance faire of doom." AKA his own personal hell.

Well, the man seemed interesting enough. And it never felt good to show up in places like this where you know no one. "Have you run into Captain Rogers yet? We may as well stay together till we figure out what's going on. Did you just arrive?" He could talk business when necessary... but still look ridiculous when he dodged the head butt from his horse that earned a glare from the genius.

[shiromadoushi]

Not far from the edge of town, a young man with white hair wearing modern clothing was walking, looking a bit distracted as if lost in his own thoughts. He'd be easy enough to flag down, however.

[avenging_archer]

Clint was immediately struck with the passing similarity the young man had to Pietro. The mutant speedster was the only person he'd ever met before who had truly white hair. Not the unhealthy peroxided color one got when they bleached their hair to within an inch of it's life. Quicksilver's was shiny and healthy, and the young man approaching had the same hair.

The fact that he was in modern clothing instead of the ridiculous medieval garb Clint was wearing alone made him stand out from the crowd of people he could see coming from the castle. "Hey! Hey, kid, you gotta minute to tell a lost dude where the hell he is?" Clint called, hoping to get the young man's attention.]

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura looked up, giving a warm smile. The modern language made this person very clearly not local, despite the garb! "Near the town of Schwanheim, in the kingdom that I think has the same name," he answered. "Just arrived?"

[avenging_archer]

Clint was obviously out of place despite his period correct outfit. Nervously, he grinned down at the younger man when he was greeted with a smile instead of surliness. "I've...never heard of that...."

Clint rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah. I've no freaking clue what the hell's going on. I went to sleep in New York and suddenly I'm waking up here dressed up like I escaped a freaking RenFaire."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded with a soft laugh. "It wasn't so different for me." Even if it'd been an off brand New York! "It's sort of like we've been pulled into a fairy tale or story book or something like that. There was a spell someone here cast to call for help that did it."