This is a bit more than just "a doodle" like I said i would do lol
I had this silly idea for a while, but finally had the motivation and time to do it. 👀
I like to think Clint saw Blake sitting on his own in some corner of the bar with a cup of milk, and tried offering alcohol to start some conversation. I just know Clint would do most of the yapping. 😭
Pt 3 of how Blake and Wishbone met..? (More like how they're getting to know each other now ig Lol)
@riooooooooo
(Little warning, heavy gore)
The air was cold..almost freezing..and this room was...nearly pitch black. Wishbone sat up, looking around frantically as he tried to figure out how he even got there in the first place..He reached for his weapon where he usually has it on his belt...his heartbeat quickened, his eyes darting around the room, until they landed on a figure in the darkness, staring back at him. He let out a shuddered sigh as he realized it was Blake. He stood up, shaking off the unease he just felt a moment ago.
"Kitten..! Thank fuck it's just you...where..are we?"
Wishbone asked as he looked around, trying to hide the worry in his chest. Blake continued to stare at him, then finally spoke after a long moment of silence.."I know. I know everything. You wanted me as a weapon..."His tone eerily flat. Wishbone smile faltered slightly, his heart dropped..he started to back up slowly as his hand instinctively moved to his weapon..his other hand held out towards Blake as he stalked closer.."hey..listen, it's not what it sounds.." wishbone tried to defend himself, he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears..beads of sweat forming despite how freezing it was in the room.." Blake, you don't want to hurt me." Wishbone said with a nervous chuckle. But Blake continued to stalk closer until without thinking for another second, wishbone tried to shoot Blake with his gun, but nothing came out..he was met with a small click that meant his gun had no bullets..
He started to panic, he let out a sharp breath as he instead started to run across the room to the door, he practically ripped it open and ran down the hallway that seemed up go on forever...he panted heavily as he continued to run, hearing Blake's heavy rapid footsteps chasing him..he made it to the supposed exit, but the door wouldn't open, no matter how hard he tried to shove it open..he looked back in utter fear..watching as Blake finally caught up to him, pinning him against the door and looking down at him with a wild, animalistic hatred...before he even had time to react, Blake let out a terrifying snarl as he bit down on his neck, immediate unfathomable pain shot throughout his body as he felt Blake rip open his throat...
Wishbone then sat up from his bed panting heavily...his heartbeat still pounding in his chest, sweat dripping down his face..he took a few deep breaths to calm down from the intense nightmare he just experienced. He laid back down, his hand still on his chest as he looked up at the ceiling.."it won't happen..he'll never know." He reassured himself...
A few hours later, Blake showed up at Wishbone's place, which surprised him and startled him..more than he cared to admit. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "Kitten, what uh..what brings you here?" He asked, trying to hide his familiar unease. "Didn't you tell me to come?" Blake asked in confusion. "Did I come at a bad time?" He asked politely. Wishbone then remembered, he had asked, or more insisted that Blake should come over to his place..how the hell could he forget..? That damn nightmare got his head all screwed up..he immediately put on his confident smile before answering him. "Nah, I just..thought you'd be here later, but now is great too and I'd hate to turn you away when you've came all the way here!" Said as he let Blake in and closed the door behind him.
"So uhm..is..there a reason why you wanted me to come..?" Blake asked while occasionally looking around the place, taking in the sight and smell, which to Blake, smelled like Wishbone, but everywhere. Wishbone just smirked as looked at Blake, noticing his lack of weapons. "You know, going into some home of a man you just met without a weapon to protect yourself is pretty stupid, kid." He chuckled as he walked closer to him, Blake frowned, more annoyed that his question wasn't answered, but decided to not push about it. Wishbone walked close enough that he grabbed Blake's hand with both of his own and examined it. Almost admiring how huge and deadly his claws are. "Though, I doubt you'd even need weapons at all when all you have to do, is simply swipe your hand and easily rip someone's limbs off." Blake's frown deepened as he pulled his hand away. "I don't..want to think about that.." this made Wishbone smile even more. He found a sensitive topic about him, he mentally took note of that. He raised his hands in a mock surrender, chuckling as he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. "Alright fine, let's just talk about something else then."
They spoke a bit about themselves for an hour. About foods they like, what shops they go to, how they train for bounty hunting. "Hm, maybe we should train together. It'll be fun." Wishbone suggested as he leaned back on a chair, sitting across from Blake. "I don't know, I don't do well with guns.." Blake chuckled. "Oh? Why not? It's so hard to handle." Wishbone commented "No, its not that, it's..my ears. They're.. sensitive. More than a humans. If I did use one, I'd probably wouldn't be able to hear you right now." Wishbone laughed. "I guess that makes sense." He took mental note of that as well. Blake looked out the window, knowing it was probably time to leave. He stood, and grabbed his hood from the chair. "I should..head out. I have things to do." Wishbone stood up too, walking over and nodding. "I get that, i got shit to do as well. Ugh, what a pain." Blake smiled slightly. Seeing how..relaxed Wishbone seemed. He felt..Lucky to have met him, he almost didn't want to leave. But he knew he didn't have much of a choice. They once again parted ways. Wishbone watched him leave for a long moment before closing the front door and locking it.
He chuckled softly..then laughed loudly, feeling like a damn winner after that visit. He learned so much about Blake..that lovely, stupid, terrifying kitten revealed so much about himself, it almost had Wishbone caring for that fool. The thought alone made him laugh harder. Perhaps he had grown to care. But his thirst to have Blake as his weapon outweighed his growing fondness for him...
(Wishbone u stubborn dummy just admit u see Blake as a potential friend already 😭 /j)
