Who| Clint and OPEN, plus some closed starters
What| Clint goes feasting on Wednesday, then runs away from his well-meaning team. Hi-jinks ensue.
Where| Avenger HQ, the Castle, the Forest.
When| Week 2, Wednesday and Friday
Warnings/Notes| Lame jokes, a master assassin being a loser, language, ect ect.

i. feasting

Even in the castle, the stench of rotting bodies has dug in. Clint can't exactly say it's a new scent, because he's lived a life of death since he was still more kid than adult, but this is so overpowering as to be impossible to get used to. And believe him, he's tried. He's scouted the castle, the surrounding land, and nobody where he is, the scent of death is as constant as it was when he started.

It's wearing on him, cutting through the hunger in his belly, weighing heavily. Clint tries to eat, because he must, but it is little more than nibbles. Mere bites of food and water when he can force himself to, even as his stomach churns. He does not manage much, and it is bad enough that he vomits, once. Stops himself from trying again, if only to save what little he has.

It's only been a couple days, but even a couple days in the Arena without food could be deadly. Luck is on his side though. Clint has allies, even if he is starting to feel stifled under the protection, and he hasn't been wounded beyond the still healing mess of his knee. When the feast is announced, well, it's with grateful relief. Sure, it could be a second bloodbath, could be poisoned, but Clint doubts it. Most are going to want that food, and most will be willing to call truce to look for allies and friends, to take time to sate their hunger. Clint's looking forward to it too, if only with the hope that some missed faces will appear alive and well.

Still, by the time Clint shows up, the Feast is in full swing. It's expansive, far more than he expected, though he shouldn't have been surprised given the Capitol's extravagance. He lingers on the edges of the party, watching people carefully, seeing what they eat and waiting to make sure it's safe. Then, and only then, does he find a seat and dig in.

ii. exploring

Though he escaped with Steve, at one point they wind up splitting off. Not, of course, that this means Clint can't track down the de-powered superhero. Clint might have been feeling caged in by his well meaning other teammates, but it doesn't mean he's foolhardy enough to completely lose track of a 90lb asthmatic with a heart condition. They might have wanted some space, but Clint will look after his teammate.

It's why he's heading back, retracing his path until he finds where they split, heading off after Steve. It's not hard to do, and Clint only has half his attention on tracking down Steve, scanning his surroundings in case someone decides to get the jump on him. Midstep, something white and gleaming in the underbrush catches his attention, sparking in his periphery. It doesn't look like anything useful at first, simply a white carved stick, unnatural but not threatening. This changes once he picks it up, turns it in hand, and accidentally shoots a bolt of lightning at the floor. It's loud, crackling and booming, sends Clint jumping a foot in the air and throwing himself out of the way on instinct. He takes a moment to make sure he's in one piece, knee throbbing, before getting up and staring down at the stick with his hands on hips.

"What the hell?"

Unfortunately, his luck wasn't enough to keep from drawing attention with that. At the sound of a twig snapping, Clint ducks and scoops up the stick, pointing it loosely at the intruder as he backs up.