maxiimova :: FILED
While his partner was safeguarded from anyone INVADING his mind, Clint not only LACKED that protection, he was even more susceptible to such abilities because of the scepter’s POWER lying dormant within his psyche. Toying with his fractured consciousness wasn’t DIFFICULT, though his willpower remained strong, it took a great TOLL on the archer.
And unlike Pietro, he was no MUTANT. He was but a MAN.
Barton strained to hear his companion’s words, making out some of them, but on top of being partially DEAF, the enemy mutant’s taunts continue to ECHO loudly within his skull, REVERBERATING off the walls. Images accompany the phrases; just as CRUEL, working to TEAR at him. Sweat dots his brow, the features of his face CONTORTED hideously... and his back TREMBLING fearfully against his teammate.
“ G’ddamnit, Pietro, m’TRYIN ! Fuck, m’head... M’HEAD -- !! They won’ STOP -- can' -- think prop’ly -- Agh, get OUT ! ”








