No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 1
Chapter Eight: Astronaut In The Ocean (Part 8)
Victor Strange had to pause the game.
He stopped it abruptly, and he slowly turned his head in Clint Barton's direction.
They both were sitting on the floor in front of the TV, but they were spaced apart. Victor kept staring at his friendly roommate, because he made a sudden observation.
"...What?"
Clint became a little nervous, and his hands felt all hot. He didn't know what he did or said, but Victor suddenly stopped the game. He was unable to resume the game either, so he waited for Victor to explain.
"Have you forgotten how to play?"
His roommate currently sucked at playing. His maneuvering was way off, and Victor caught the vibe that Clint somehow forgot how the game worked.
They played the game together before, and the baby sorcerer had been annihilated with ease. Now, his archer roommate could barely drive his death van around the level.
Did he suddenly have amnesia? Or, was he crapping the game up on purpose? Those were questions that the inquisitive Victor Strange had on his mind. He patiently waited for an explanation, and he grabbed some snacks.
Clint Barton gave an awkward laugh. He was a joyful person. Victor picked up on that a long time ago. But, in that precise moment they were in, Victor began putting something together.
He looked at all the junk food and snacks that were placed around him. Victor hadn't seen him eat any of it, so he added it to his growing pile of observations.
"I've been getting, distracted..."
That was the explanation that Clint decided to give. He kept moving the controller around, while Victor studied his every move.
"Distracted?"
Distracted how? The curiosity slowly rose. Victor chomped down a few more of the snacks that seemed strategic, then he decided to look at the situation a little more closely.
He started feeling out his friendly roommate's pattern of energy. Everyone's pattern was different, so he concentrated. Victor picked up on a person's energy more than anything, and he was beginning to notice something about the person that was sitting in the room with him.
Clint didn't answer the question, and a small smile slowly formed. Victor felt like he had seen the small smile before, but it belonged to a different face.
Holy shit. No friggen way. The baby sorcerer had to know. He needed to know if Ezekiel was hiding in there, somehow...
He moved in a little closer. Victor moved in close enough to touch his arm, but the energy he felt suddenly disappeared. A separate energy was basically siphoned out of the archer's body.
Victor was still closer than he was. Clint blinked a few times where he sat, then he started looking confused. More like, bewildered.
"Sorry, uhh..you had something on your face..."
Awkward as fuckkkkk. Victor tried to recover. He moved back where he belonged, and he noticed that "Agent" Barton was pretty affected. He moved back as well, and it seemed like he wanted to jump out the window.
Victor quickly unpaused the game. He did his best to recover from what he did, but his face was boiling.
Chapter: END Thanks for reading.