Welcome to the planet Skrullos. Here, nothing stays the same...although there are a few constants. Here, the stronger species are reptiles/reptilian. And monkeys, lemurs, and lorises are among the weaker species.
Their oceans are vast. They're used to that. The Skrulls, after all, rule an interplanetary empire. To them, the planets they rule are like islands in a sea...considering how big the voids between them are.
Out here, there are islands; actual islands. For a Skrull, this wouldn't be such a hard place to live. But for a human, it would pose a challenge.
Defeated, Clint Barton now lies in the shallows of a sea that surrounds this island...barely clad only in rags that the Skrulls would know as prison attire. He's been abducted. And whether by their own will or by an accident's, Clint's been jettisoned into their world.
Clint doesn't yet know where he is...although the slightly lesser gravity, than what he's used to, is enough to tell him that Earth is too far away for him to contact for help.
Ugh; any help that could come to his aid would likely be either Skrull, or worse. Nonetheless, this is nothing he can't get used to. He's a master archer, after all. All he's gotta do is transcend everything.
He soon finds out that there are no small fish in these seas. Alas, that's merely the best part of it. He soon finds out that going back to Stone Age tech, when you're used to SHIELD tech, isn't as easy as one would think. For Barton, this should be "back to basics." And yet...sometimes, you can't go back, after you've been forward.
Clint trains himself to not expect to. The coffee cup is broken; he can put it back together, but it'll never be the same as it was. That's how death and rebirth work...and that's how the human soul works.
Clint's pretty sure that the Skrulls know that, too... Alas, if only they wanted to rule Earth a bit less...
It takes Clint a while to improvise the elements he needs for a longbow...but he does. He misses his recurve bows... But as long as he can't get back to Earth anytime soon, he's gotta try to make this work.
The fire takes him a while, too. Some of the reptiles here are frightening...and the insects are even worse.
At last, Clint spears his first fish. Good; it's about damn time. He's starving.
Fortunately, he's already lit his first fire. It's quite demanding to feed...but at least it's lit. Clint's still got sore and bandaged hands to show for.
One bite at a time, he eats the fish. He can't say that this is the best meal that he's had...but it's certainly a high-ranker. He sure hopes the Skrulls aren't fond of this species... But then, as much as they've tried to subjugate Earth, and as often as the Avengers have had to stop them from doing so, Clint should be less sympathetic towards them.
One time, a Skrull impersonated Clint's wife. Clint still has NO idea how that Skrull was so easy to kill...but he's very glad it was...albeit a bit sadder that his wife was never found.
Bobbi Morse has been hitting on him a lot, lately. Alas, Clint just can't settle down, when the world's militaries aren't doing enough to keep villains from getting ahead. That's why he became the Ronin. And he doesn't plan to stop until he can rest assured that he's doing everything that the world's MoDs are too lazy and cowardly to do themselves.
Ah, how Clint misses his samurai steel... Alas, it's going to have to wait until another opportunity to acquire said steel comes along. He doesn't expect that to happen soon...as much as he doesn't doubt that the Skrulls would go ga-ga for the katana, if they knew what it was for. Then again, if a race is used to space battles, than a katana probably wouldn't be of much use to them.
And yes, Clint was used to trick arrows, before he was air-dropped into this way of life... And yet, look how easily he's adapted...
The Skrulls are adaptors, too... And yet, Clint's got a feeling that adapting to another person's appearance is about as limitless as their adaptability gets.
By day, on the shores, he keeps bow-fishing for fish. At least these fish are somewhat foolish. Clint can still shoot them. He hopes they stay that way.
Clint does not yet have the will to start hunting the island's more dangerous reptiles. He's pretty sure he'll have to, at some point. Hell, most days, he feels like an ant on this island...considering how much influence he doesn't have over everything else that lives here.
Well, Clint's having a ball, bow-fishing...best he can, considering that he'd rather be back on Earth, clad in black and wielding a pair of katanas...when something distracts his gaze. And she should. She's an under-dressed redhead...whose bikini reminds Clint a bit of hellfire.
She approaches, him, and stops. Clint watches, with a hawk's eye, in sweet anticipation... And then, she falls over...right where he was, when he first woke up here.
Clint doesn't hesitate. By her arms, he hauls her to shore. He starts to check her, to see if she needs chest compressions, only to discover two things. First, her hooters are so distracting, he forgets to do chest compressions on her. And second, he already knows her.
"Patsy," he whispers, to himself. "Patsy Walker..." He acknowledges a flaming cat tattoo on her... Well; that part's not important. "Hellcat," Clint adds.
She wakes, and sputters up a fountain of water, nearly drowning Clint. Once she sobers up and looks around, she gives Clint a strange stare.
"Clint?!" She adjusts her own hair. "Did they abduct you, too?"
From far away, they hear a loud and scary noise. From the treetops of the island forest, birds scatter. That's big; out here, the birds are only a little less scarier than the reptiles.
Clint knows that noise; he's heard much louder versions of it in the caves, whenever he's tried to sleep in them. This island has dragons...and that was SO one of them.
"THAT," Patsy says, "doesn't sound good..."
"O, trust me," Clint gets up behind her, and tries to creep away, while droving her. "It SO isn't..."
They take shelter. Clint doesn't expect them to stay too many steps ahead of the predators for much longer. And with good reason: whether Clint wants to think so or not, he's just picked up a ball-and-chain. He just wishes it was Thunderball's...
But then, Patsy shouldn't be TOO much of a ball-and-chain; Clint knows her from their Avengers days. Alas, Clint also knows that Patsy's done some deserved time in the Raft...and that she was still there, to his knowledge, at about the time he was abducted by the Skrulls...
Maybe...the Skrulls broke her out? Alas, aside from sex, Clint has trouble imagining why the Skrulls would want to do that...unless they meant for Hellcat to kill a Kree warlord they all hated...and even THAT'S a longshot, considering how much of an individualist Patsy can be...