Taking Stock/Off the Radar
With the skirmishes and sheer number of people, adding to no contact with his younger brother or any former allies of any kind; Barney was exhausted.
He broke into an old armory Zemo, Chisholm and he had designated years ago. He stocked up on arrows, knives, armor, and several firearms. He grabbed two collapsible bows, strapped on a full head mask, goggles, and boots.
Barney was tired. Worn out. He had been alone for so long, and between his loneliness and the disdain every member of Haven gave him, he felt it was time for a change.
Barney had been in the army, soldiers looked out for each other, regardless of background. Here though, here everyone had past grudges and had more side-eyes than a spider.
Barton was a seasoned veteran of war, espionage and tactics. He slipped out of Haven and into the night. Clint had been missing for too long, and if Haven was too far up it’s own buttocks with raids and supply runs. If no one else would venture into the Deadlands for lost allies, Barney would have to be the one to find him
Family is always number one
