22Aug21 - Where In The World Was Clint Barton - Option 37 - Foraminous - adj. Fill Of Holes
Title: Where In The World Was Clint Barton - Option 37: Foraminous - adj. Full Of Holes
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Avengers (MCU)
Characters: Xander Harris, Clint Barton
Rating: Suitable for people over 13
Word Count: 917
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of the Avengers belong to Marvel Comics, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNINGS: Basing descriptions of the area on travel videos and National Geographic shots.
Note!: Got lucky-ish with Henri. It made landfall 40 miles further east (good for me, bad for them) leaving my town with receiving a bunch of rain and the potential for more to come. But no power outage.
Summary: “Run.” There’s a thing behind me.”
Where In The World Was Clint Barton - Option 37: Foraminous - adj. Full Of Holes
By Beriaearwen
Clint sped through the jungle like terrain, his mind recalling the research he’d done with his daughter about the people native to the area. They had, at one point, prior to Europeans landing, created trails and cities in this vegetative mess. He was really wishing those trails, roads, highways, whatevers were still around because this… He hated to think it, but maybe he was getting a little old for running through jungles avoiding things that were chasing him.
He ran up the side of a mound, not knowing or caring if it was a hill or an old building.
Just as he crested it, he spotted a man on the other side.
“Run, there’s a thing behind me,” Clint called. To his credit, the man immediately turned and joined Clint.
“What sort of thing?” he asked.
Clint shot him a look.
“What did it look like?” the other clarified.
“Eight, nine feet tall. Four arms. Two Legs. Saber-tooth tiger teeth. Runs upright. Shot it with three arrows and they all punched holes in it, but didn’t slow it down.”
The other man was breathing hard now too. “Holes just make it angry. Gotta hit it in the left eye if you want to stop it.”
The two ran for a few more minutes hearing the thing crashing behind them.
“How good a shot are you?” the younger man asked.
“If I can see it, I can hit it,” Clint stated. It wasn’t bragging. It was true.
The silence dragged on for a few more minutes before the younger man pointed to a tree in a small clearing. “See if you can get up there. I’ll get it to follow me and turn toward you.”
As they entered the clearing, Clint made a beeline for the tree in question and made his way up as fast as he could. Given his propensity for heights, that was quite quickly. Settling in, he reached for an arrow in time to see his partner in crime standing on the edge of the clearing, a crossbow in his hands, ready to fire as the thing suddenly entered.
Clint prepped for the shot he would need to take and absently noted the holes he’d placed in the thing were closing.
“Hey, ugly!” the dark-haired man called out. “Yeah, you! I got you something.” So saying he let the bolt fly. It wasn’t a bad shot and if the thing hadn’t moved, would have at least hit it in the eye. Instead, it sailed through the thing’s shoulder, tearing a rather large hole in it.
Clint was impressed. He would have to check what sort of head the man was using on his bolts. A standard hunting one would not leave a hole like that.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he waited as the thing approached the other and then started chasing after.
He didn’t hesitate. As soon as the creature turned, he loosed his arrow. It few true and landed in the thing’s left eye. The creature stopped suddenly, made a choking sound, staggered backward and collapsed into the brush on the other side of the clearing, unmoving.
Descending from his perch, Clint walked up to the other man, who was staring at the spot where the thing fell. Holding out a hand, he introduced, “Clint Barton.”
The other man glanced at him, flashed a quick smile and accepted the hand. “Xander Harris,” he returned before his gaze drifted back to where the thing was dead.
“What’s so intriguing about the dead thing?” Clint looked at the body and noticed it looked like it was beginning to decay. Then he noticed that where the thing had fallen, it had removed some of the jungle vegetation from what looks like the base of a statue behind it. He took a step closer to get a better look at it when Xander grabbed his arm.
Turning to look at the other man, he saw a hint of panic growing in the other’s eyes. “What?”
“Do you know where we are and how to get to the closest shelter?” Xander asked, his words quick and his tone brooking no argument.
Clint looked around and shrugged. “I’ll need to use my GPS.”
Xander shook his head. “We’d need an open area where you can see the sky to the satellite would connect. It will take too long.”
“Too long?”
“Yeah. I’m not the best with Meso-American gods, but I’m pretty sure that is the god of rain or storm or something like that. And given that the part we can read is in pristine shape, this is probably it’s main temple.”
“And?”
“And we just made a demon sacrifice to it. Which, maybe, the god won’t mind, but given the sort of sacrifices normally made in most cultures in this area.”
“He’s going to be pissed.”
Xander nodded. “He’s going to be pissed.”
A loud crack of thunder split the sky.
Both men looked upward, seeing clouds roiling and gathering; filling what had been a clear, blue sky.
Xander met Clint’s eyes, his own wide with worry. “Run!”
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Five Weeks Later - after SHIELD has been destroyed, before Nat is testifying.
“And that’s how we got lost in the Central American jungle,” Clint finished, shaking his head slightly at Nat’s semi-amused smile. He had been a little surprised when she showed up with the crew that rescued them, but was thankful for the familiar face. “How about you? Been up to anything interesting while I’ve been gone?”
End
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Avengers (MCU)
Characters: Xander Harris, Clint Barton
Rating: Suitable for people over 13
Word Count: 917
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of the Avengers belong to Marvel Comics, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNINGS: Basing descriptions of the area on travel videos and National Geographic shots.
Note!: Got lucky-ish with Henri. It made landfall 40 miles further east (good for me, bad for them) leaving my town with receiving a bunch of rain and the potential for more to come. But no power outage.
Summary: “Run.” There’s a thing behind me.”
Where In The World Was Clint Barton - Option 37: Foraminous - adj. Full Of Holes
By Beriaearwen
Clint sped through the jungle like terrain, his mind recalling the research he’d done with his daughter about the people native to the area. They had, at one point, prior to Europeans landing, created trails and cities in this vegetative mess. He was really wishing those trails, roads, highways, whatevers were still around because this… He hated to think it, but maybe he was getting a little old for running through jungles avoiding things that were chasing him.
He ran up the side of a mound, not knowing or caring if it was a hill or an old building.
Just as he crested it, he spotted a man on the other side.
“Run, there’s a thing behind me,” Clint called. To his credit, the man immediately turned and joined Clint.
“What sort of thing?” he asked.
Clint shot him a look.
“What did it look like?” the other clarified.
“Eight, nine feet tall. Four arms. Two Legs. Saber-tooth tiger teeth. Runs upright. Shot it with three arrows and they all punched holes in it, but didn’t slow it down.”
The other man was breathing hard now too. “Holes just make it angry. Gotta hit it in the left eye if you want to stop it.”
The two ran for a few more minutes hearing the thing crashing behind them.
“How good a shot are you?” the younger man asked.
“If I can see it, I can hit it,” Clint stated. It wasn’t bragging. It was true.
The silence dragged on for a few more minutes before the younger man pointed to a tree in a small clearing. “See if you can get up there. I’ll get it to follow me and turn toward you.”
As they entered the clearing, Clint made a beeline for the tree in question and made his way up as fast as he could. Given his propensity for heights, that was quite quickly. Settling in, he reached for an arrow in time to see his partner in crime standing on the edge of the clearing, a crossbow in his hands, ready to fire as the thing suddenly entered.
Clint prepped for the shot he would need to take and absently noted the holes he’d placed in the thing were closing.
“Hey, ugly!” the dark-haired man called out. “Yeah, you! I got you something.” So saying he let the bolt fly. It wasn’t a bad shot and if the thing hadn’t moved, would have at least hit it in the eye. Instead, it sailed through the thing’s shoulder, tearing a rather large hole in it.
Clint was impressed. He would have to check what sort of head the man was using on his bolts. A standard hunting one would not leave a hole like that.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he waited as the thing approached the other and then started chasing after.
He didn’t hesitate. As soon as the creature turned, he loosed his arrow. It few true and landed in the thing’s left eye. The creature stopped suddenly, made a choking sound, staggered backward and collapsed into the brush on the other side of the clearing, unmoving.
Descending from his perch, Clint walked up to the other man, who was staring at the spot where the thing fell. Holding out a hand, he introduced, “Clint Barton.”
The other man glanced at him, flashed a quick smile and accepted the hand. “Xander Harris,” he returned before his gaze drifted back to where the thing was dead.
“What’s so intriguing about the dead thing?” Clint looked at the body and noticed it looked like it was beginning to decay. Then he noticed that where the thing had fallen, it had removed some of the jungle vegetation from what looks like the base of a statue behind it. He took a step closer to get a better look at it when Xander grabbed his arm.
Turning to look at the other man, he saw a hint of panic growing in the other’s eyes. “What?”
“Do you know where we are and how to get to the closest shelter?” Xander asked, his words quick and his tone brooking no argument.
Clint looked around and shrugged. “I’ll need to use my GPS.”
Xander shook his head. “We’d need an open area where you can see the sky to the satellite would connect. It will take too long.”
“Too long?”
“Yeah. I’m not the best with Meso-American gods, but I’m pretty sure that is the god of rain or storm or something like that. And given that the part we can read is in pristine shape, this is probably it’s main temple.”
“And?”
“And we just made a demon sacrifice to it. Which, maybe, the god won’t mind, but given the sort of sacrifices normally made in most cultures in this area.”
“He’s going to be pissed.”
Xander nodded. “He’s going to be pissed.”
A loud crack of thunder split the sky.
Both men looked upward, seeing clouds roiling and gathering; filling what had been a clear, blue sky.
Xander met Clint’s eyes, his own wide with worry. “Run!”
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Five Weeks Later - after SHIELD has been destroyed, before Nat is testifying.
“And that’s how we got lost in the Central American jungle,” Clint finished, shaking his head slightly at Nat’s semi-amused smile. He had been a little surprised when she showed up with the crew that rescued them, but was thankful for the familiar face. “How about you? Been up to anything interesting while I’ve been gone?”
End