It stood on two legs. It held a boomerang. It wanted to skin him- or if it didn't, Hawkeye would love nothing more than to be told that. His mouth hangs open like he was some dolt and he even stutters once, stepping back- back- back again. A coward he wouldn't mind being called, but what sane man can look at whatever's in front of him and not want to get away? Some diluted sense of self-preservation kept him from turning tail. The same kind that had kept him from turning his back on the woman with the spear until he absolutely couldn't anymore.
Funny, he had talked a lot more with her.
Funny. Last he checked his eyes were-- screw it all. This world wasn't his.
"For Christ's sake- because you'll get nothing out of killing me." Is all he can think of to say.
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Of course it did.
Of course it did!
It stood on two legs. It held a boomerang. It wanted to skin him- or if it didn't, Hawkeye would love nothing more than to be told that. His mouth hangs open like he was some dolt and he even stutters once, stepping back- back- back again. A coward he wouldn't mind being called, but what sane man can look at whatever's in front of him and not want to get away? Some diluted sense of self-preservation kept him from turning tail. The same kind that had kept him from turning his back on the woman with the spear until he absolutely couldn't anymore.
Funny, he had talked a lot more with her.
Funny. Last he checked his eyes were-- screw it all. This world wasn't his.
"For Christ's sake- because you'll get nothing out of killing me." Is all he can think of to say.