"I could’ve told you that already…" Clint mumbled, his voice no longer holding the strong authoritative tone that it normally did. Now it was softer, more gentle, more like him when he wasn’t trying to be the older brother. The warm water was relaxing on his forehead, bringing forth a gentle hum form the boy as he closed his eyes and started to relax. "Probably from coming out of the games to this…" He suggested, tossing up his sudden illness to the games since it seemed like the most possible answer.
Darcy wrinkled her nose at the mention of the games. She’d been separated for way too long from people thanks to those things. Hopefully everyone had fun, but…she could wait a year or more before they came back around. ”Hmmm, possibly,” she half agreed. “Not being able to take proper rest or nutrition or anything because of keeping an eye over your shoulder.” He seemed to be relaxing, so she placed the cloth over his forehead for a moment while she fetched an actual bowl of water as well as a glass of water and some Tylenol. ”Come on, big brother,” she encouraged, “you need to take this and then get some actual rest.”
I have a feeling it’s their compensation for being a pain in the neck, as you put it. ‘Hey, we’re about as twisted as it gets, but look, we care about your improvement!’
*laughs* I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone actually put it that way before. Could be! *shakes head* I just don’t think they like doing things by half measures. If they’re going to do something, then they are going to do it.
"Yeah. I do. I’ll survive, I just need to lay down." He mumbled before he boy continued walking again. Over time they eventually made it up the nine flights of stairs to his dorm room. Shaking hands dealt with the keys before Clint walked in and lay down on the couch that he had taken residence in for the past few days since Ali was sleeping in his bed. Since he didn’t exactly know how to word that to his sister the boy just grabbed a blanket and pulled it over his body, shutting his eyes. "You need to go back to class." He mumbled though by this stage in the game he really didn’t care too much anymore about whether Darcy returned to class or not.
Darcy just continued to support him until they reached his room. When he decided to sprawl on the couch she frowned a bit but shrugged it off. His continued insistence on her returning to class was kind of amusing…he really did take the responsibility bit to the extreme. ”I’ve missed most of it already,” she told him instead, keeping her voice matter-of-fact, but softening it a hair. She fussed with the blanket, adjusting it over him, before wandering out to find a washcloth. After dampening it with lukewarm water she returned and began softly wiping his face. ”You may not get sick much,” she gently teased, “but when you do, you go all the way.”
"I don’t know what you think you’re going to be able to do. I’m twice your weight." The boy mumbled, knowing that it wasn’t true but it was pretty close to it. He easily outsized Darcy in all categories without a doubt. After a few moments the boy started to walk again, his time finally giving in, one hand settling on Darcy’s shoulder as he continued to walk, trying to ignore as his body temperature started to rise, sweat beading on his back as his body tried to destroy the virus inside of him. "You’re going to get into trouble." He mumbled, glancing down at his sister before he swallowed thickly and took a few more steps forward before he paused, one hand landing on the wall to steady himself.
"Help you balance?" Darcy told him, eyebrows going up. "If you need more help than that getting to your room, then screw it, I’m calling for the nurse." She walked along slowly, letting him lean lightly on her. He didn’t look good and that bothered her. At his words she forced a bright laugh, trying to keep things light. "Oh, big brother, you are so late on that one! I’m pretty sure Black has my name somewhere near the top of his permanent ‘troublemaker’ list. He probably gleefully rubs his hands together with new jobs for me every time I cross his path." She paused then continued. "After all, I kind of, sort of defied him face to face…politely!" Her protest came with an innocent expression. A frown furrowed her brow when he had to pause after only a few steps. "You still just want to go to your room?"
Peter looked out nervously into the crowd, hoping something would break this tension. Darcy’s voice was a good enough wake up call as far as he knew. He folded his arms and looked down with a foolish smile. “I’m uh… Just expressing a secret of mine. So to speak. What are you doing Darcy?”
Darcy shook her head and gave him a bit of a smile. ”Truth or dare, I take it?” She sighed. ”I was eating lunch and trying to study chemistry….or ignore it. Whichever works best at any given point.” Tilting her head, she looked at him. ”Are you going to come down from there?”
Well, that sounds big. And really explosive.
I sometimes forget this is SHIELD High. Something big is bound to happen.
Sometimes its easy to forget. [laughs] Sometimes you’ll have no problem at all.
It was lunch time at the school and Peter was dared to yell out a secret for everyone to hear. This seemed like the perfect place, if any, for everyone and anyone to hear it. As he walked into the lunch room he was pretty nervous of what would happen. What’s the worse that could happen? He stepped onto an empty lunch table and began to clap his hands so he could get as much attention as possible. “Excuse me, hi everyone. I’m Peter Parker. And I’m scared of the dark!!!” He chuckled slightly and looked around. There was no coming back down now.
Darcy picked over her pasta, digging out every mushroom as she tried to read her chemistry notes. Every time she realized she was paying more attention to the pasta than her notes, she would force herself to redirect her attention. The sound of clapping interrupted her latest attempt and she looked up, anxious for any reason to put her notes aside. She blinked in surprise as Peter suddenly spoke out to everyone. Shaking her head, she gathered up her things and walked over to him. ”What are you doing?”
"I’ll be fine, I’m going back to my room." He replied, gently pushing himself off of Darcy before he started the slow walk back to his dorm, one hand trailing along the wall for balance. What the boy was going to do when the wall finished he didn’t know, he’d think of something. "You need to go to class." He instructed, turning to look over his shoulder at Darcy before he made a shooing motion, trying to be the responsible one out of pair. Turning back to face the front he started to walk again but the wave of dizziness that crashed over the boy left him reeling and leaning against the wall once more, eye closed as he gripped the wall, trying to get his bearings correct.
Darcy frowned as he pushed away and started walking off. She rolled her eyes, but began trailing behind him. If he thought he could out-stubborn her, then it was obvious that whatever was wrong was affecting him even more than she thought. Her brothers were fantastic guys, no question, but not one of them could out-stubborn her except maybe Alex in a snit - and that was more sullen refusal than stubborn. This wasn’t a life or death situation, so the big brother ‘head of the pack’ rules didn’t apply. She wrinkled her nose at his shooing motion, but kept following. When he stopped and leaned against the wall once more, she came up beside him and crossed her arms. ”Yes?” she said in a too-sugary ‘I’m humoring you’ sort of tone.
Clint turned his head as he heard someone say his name and found Darcy at his side. Ignoring the concerned look on her face he put a hand on the locker, steadying himself before he looked down at his sister. “What are you doing out of class?” He mumbled, frowning as he tried to find his bearings. Putting his free hand on Darcy’ shoulder he tried to turn her around to steer her towards a classroom but stopped as he felt how warm Darcy was. “You’re really warm…” He mumbled, blinking heavily before he released another groan as the headache increased and leant back against the lockers. “Go to class Darcy…”
Darcy rolled her eyes. ”Nice try, big brother,” she sighed, “but I don’t think so. You’re not looking so good right now.” One hand went to touch his cheek as she placed the other on his arm. She really didn’t like the way he looked. ”I’m not going to miss anything I can’t make up, and if I do, then whatever.” Her shoulders went up in a dismissive shrug. ”You’re more important than some class.” She shifted around to give him the chance to lean on her. ”You need to see the nurse,” she informed him. ”Can I talk you into that?” Darcy’s mind flipped through likely scenarios if he told her no. Hopefully it would be yes, but if not, then she could probably get him to his room or hers so he could get horizontal. She didn’t like the pain furrowing his brow. ”Clint?”
It was cold. No it wasn’t. He was cold.
Clint touched his hand to his cheek, frowning as he found it really cold to the touch. Wrapping his arms around himself the boy tried to focus but found the overbearing headache and grogginess too much. Plus the damn chill that wouldn’t go away was annoying him. After making a quick excuse about needing the bathroom the boy walked outside but only made it around the corner before he crashed against the locker, his hands trembling as he groaned, overall just feeling like crap. The boy was so out of it he didn’t hear the footsteps of the person until they were almost right behind him.
Darcy hurried down the hallways. She’d gotten a pass to be out of class for a few minutes so she could make a run down to the library for a copy of the textbook. Where was her brain these days? She’d left hers in her room. Fortunately her teachers liked her grades well enough to give her a little leeway. Now all she had to do was drag herself out of alien-land and back into high school reality. Her steps faltered, stuttering to a stop as she heard a crash up ahead of her, somewhere around the corner. Okay, that could be anything, but then again…this was SHIELD. Slipping carefully forward, she peered around the corner and spotted Clint at the lockers. He didn’t look good at all…and then he groaned. At that sound, she rushed over to his side. ”Clint?” she said his name, half questioning, half demanding as her hands went out automatically in support.
I bet. Besides, what other kind of entertainment can we have otherwise?
Around here? If you need more than the basics offered by the school, there’s almost always the risk of some kind of attack, fight, or explosion.
So they’re actually catering to our needs? That’s a shocker.
Oh, I’m not saying SHIELD can’t be a pain in the neck, but they do take education seriously. Classics are a part of that.
Darcy finally has the information Carol needs.