☠ — he’s like a giddy CHILD-- hands twitching excitedly, his stomach doing little flips. he’d gotten the call a little over a week ago, from the damn red skull. what a surprise that had been in the early morning, speaking in tired, broken german as he tried to communicate with the man. he’d known something had happened to steve rogers-- he didn’t much care for politics, but what fun it had been watching another city almost burn because of people who were supposed to be the good guys. his informants in hydra had explained it all.
this was going to be so much FUN.
at the moment-- despite feeling like a giddy-scared child-- he’s hand-feeding one of his younger, almost-trained sumatran tiger ( rosena ) long strips of raw flesh ( it’s one-hundred percent deer loin, he SWEARS ) while his youngest ( a white, unnamed, bengal cub ) rolls around on the fluffy expanse of his bed. he wasn’t getting rid of his trained tigers-- almost-trained and barely trained at all, though, those he could get stand to lose.
his strongman steps into his tent with a clearing of his throat, rosena letting out a soft rumble, licking bloody chops as her large head rolls smoothly to the direction of him. clint hums and runs his fingers through her fur, soothing her with a sweet smile before turning a sharp look to his performer. “ is he here ?? ” he receives a nod and his ice blue eyes roll, tempted to let rosena loose to tear him to shreds. he could use a new strongman-- a smarter one.
maybe if he ends up liking the new red skull, he’ll offer that as a little show later in the night. “ send him in, then. ” he snaps softly, the flash of anger shining in his eyes like a dark promise, sending a visible shock of knowing fear through his performer, though clint barely gets to savor it as the large man is stepping out and holding the tent flap open for his guest.