[ The anxiety spikes through him, trembling, delicate like the scream of a child. Clint had been on the edge of slumber, his turn now, Sam trusted to watch his back in their quick formed shifts.
But this -- this is Prague all over again, somehow. The need to get out, the need to fight free, to run and run and run until there was nothing left. Clint's mental walls strain, gossamer thin to snapping, before collapsing in on itself. He tenses, hands twitching for bow even as he blinks awake, mind sparking -- a wordless cry for help lapping at the shore of Sam's mind.
He's caught, blueblueblue, pushing up from where he'd curled. Heart in his throat, trying to pull himself together. It's alright, hold it together Barton. ]
day 006
But this -- this is Prague all over again, somehow. The need to get out, the need to fight free, to run and run and run until there was nothing left. Clint's mental walls strain, gossamer thin to snapping, before collapsing in on itself. He tenses, hands twitching for bow even as he blinks awake, mind sparking -- a wordless cry for help lapping at the shore of Sam's mind.
He's caught, blueblueblue, pushing up from where he'd curled. Heart in his throat, trying to pull himself together. It's alright, hold it together Barton. ]