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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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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.

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?"

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?"

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."

"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.