Here or henceforward it is all the same || Clint & Freddie
The sound of a voice had Clint swinging around, his gun trained on its source; it was a long moment before his eyes adjusted to the shadows of - well, wherever he was - and he noted the raised hands of the young man before him.
He lowered his gun slightly; didn’t holster it.
“I - no,” he said, glancing around him, trying to establish where the hell he was and, more importantly, where everybody else was. “Where the hell am I?” he demanded, sliding a hand into his back pocket and pulling out his cell phone, frowning at the blank screen. “And where’s everyone else? Stark, Banner, the lab guys?” He looked around, almost as if expecting to see them emerging from behind him.
“I’m gonna need to borrow your phone,” he said, holding his own up with a half-shrug. “Mine’s died and I got some pretty important things to be doing.” Something seemed to strike Clint, and he belatedly focused on recalling the man’s voice.
“Tell me I’m not in England,” he said, a little warily. He must sound like a madman to this stranger, if indeed the tesseract had somehow managed to displace him. It wouldn’t be impossible, given that Loki had used it to do exactly the same - perhaps an energy surge had resulted in the same effect, only with a less willing participant in an unintended destination.
He just stood there, listening to this man babble as he tried to work out what exactly it was he was saying. He didn't recognise the man's gun, then again he shouldn't have to, he didn't recognise MI6's great coats and apparently everyone knew who they were.
He sighs softly before he walked a little closer, if this man was a drunk or had concussion of some sort he'd need to go to the hospital immediately and he didn't want to waste time idling when he could be in serious danger.
"Brackenbury Road, you're not too far from the Lime Grove studios." He realised as the man babbled that this might be far too specific. "Shepherd's Bush."
He looks him over again, really beginning to be quite concerned. "I don't know where your friends are but if you need to use a phone there's a box just down the road." He pauses to reconsider his options, it's not often you get drunken Americans wandering the streets around here. "If you don't have any change left you could always come with me and borrow my phone."
He doesn't really know why he's being shown a lump of grey Bakelite but it was obviously one of the man's possessions so he just nodded vaguely before he resurfaced from his thoughts.
"Hm? Yes- I really don't mean to sound rude but have you been drinking?"
