11th Trick Shot ~ [Dictated/Action]

[compromisedarrow]

Clint is in the kitchen, rummaging around for some lunch, when he stops, staring at the back of his hand. A spiderweb of light blue stains, matching the pattern of his veins, is weaving across the back of his hand...

And the rest of his body, for anyone behind him.

He doesn't freak out, he knows what's going on, he just sighs exasperatedly.]

You've gotta be kidding me.

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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine walks in for food--because hey,granola bars alone don't make a substainial meal--her arm, shoulder and side bloodly. It's not visible yet, but small dots of blood also cover her back. And to top it all off, a shadow rested over her heart that had been there since she woke up. She's slightly mortified that Barton, her teacher, is there, but better him than a stranger.

She catches a glance of blue on her way to the fridge. She pauses, then realizes she's staring and turns away politely.]

Well, that's new.

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[compromisedarrow]

[And Barton looks back, and stares for a second before averting his eyes back to the cupboard.

He hasn't noticed how far the blue has spread.]

At least I don't look like I lost a fight with a tomato.

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[Oh so dryly:]

Your concern is touching. [Grabs the milk and walks over to the counter.]

It's nice to know that when I'm bleeding profusely I can count on you for commentary.

Action

[compromisedarrow]

[And he's smiling ever so slightly.]

If you were bleeding profusely, I'd think you'd have the sense to find a doctor than the milk.

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[wizard_redfive]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[Reaching up for a cup and plate. Then she looks around at the cabinets with a hungry stare. But not for the cabinets themselves. She's not Sker'ret.]

I wonder if someone left cookies...

[compromisedarrow]

Got a craving?

[And he shoves the cookie jar next to him over the counter towards her, pausing to stare at the back of his hand again.]

[wizard_redfive]

Not exactly. But what goes better with milk than cookies?

[Dairine stops the jar when it slides in front of her, pulling out a handful. (Chocolate chip cookies, yay) When he starts staring at the blues marks, she begins to do the same. Odd to see such a color on Earth-born humans.]

Does it hurt?

[compromisedarrow]

No.

[He makes a fist, watching the stain move with his skin. It's... weird.]

Just bad memories.

[wizard_redfive]

Same.

[She's tempted to poke it, but Dair suspects right now Barton is in a "no touching" mood.]

Does it have to do with the Loki situation?

[compromisedarrow]

[He's like an annoyed seagull right now. No touching is putting it lightly.]

Yeah. Something I'd rather not talk about.

[wizard_redfive]

I'd be surprised if there was more to be talked about.

[Unless they were going to get into details and yeah, kinda do not want.]

[compromisedarrow]

Yeah. There isn't.

[He's just going to continue on what he was doing, trying to ignore the stains.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine looks at the blue taint a little while longer, then sighs and returns to her snack. She's clearly not going to get much more out of him today. Perhaps that's not surprising, given how jumpy SHIELD agents seem to be. But it makes her kind of miss Bucky's blunt honesty. If it had been him, Bucky would have told her exactly why his arms were blue until she didn't want to hear any more. He trusted her more, Dairine guesses.

With her mind wandering back to Bucky, something occurs to Dairine.]

You know, it's strange...

[compromisedarrow]

[And he's munching on a bag of chips.]

A lot of things are strange. You're gonna have to be more specific.

[wizard_redfive]

HYDRA weapons are also blue. Like that.

[No greater detail needed to tell what that is.]

[compromisedarrow]

[HYDRA... How much did Bucky tell her?]

Oh, yeah? [Feigning ignorance.] Quite the coincidence, huh?

[wizard_redfive]

[Probably more than she aught to know.]

Wizards don't believe in coincidence.

[compromisedarrow]

I'm not a wizard.

[Not that he believes in coincidences, either.]

[wizard_redfive]

But I am.

[She pokes at her arm, the one with the blood stain and rubs her fingers together ruefully when blood gets on them.] Still wet...

[Dairine starts heading over to the kitchen sink.]

[compromisedarrow]

[A small shrug, and he's going to continue munching.

He does, however, notice that, watching Dairine curiously as she walks over to the sink. He walks over and sits at the table, propping a foot up on one of the other chairs.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine runs her fingers under the water, and thankfully the blood comes off of them. Strange...since it refuses to come off her arm. As she washes, she keeps talking.]

So? What's the connection? Was HYDRA secretly working for Loki that whole time?

[compromisedarrow]

Why do you want to know?

[Because that shit be classified, yo.]

[wizard_redfive]

Why wouldn't I want to know? More knowledge is always worth striving for. It's fun. And knowing things keeps you safe.

Plus, it might be useful to know if or when either party shows up.