He keeps an eye on the resources he and Loki used, during that whole ordeal. They're still there, dormant, waiting. Connections that could be hooked up again. That's the way Clint sees the world: connections, just waiting to be made. Tasks, just waiting to be carried out.
He takes a coat and steps right on outside. Tries both the snowmobiles, takes a look at what they'd need to be fixed, and curses, quietly, to himself. Don't mind him, he'll be attempting to hotwire the second one until his fingers go numb.
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He keeps an eye on the resources he and Loki used, during that whole ordeal. They're still there, dormant, waiting. Connections that could be hooked up again. That's the way Clint sees the world: connections, just waiting to be made. Tasks, just waiting to be carried out.
He takes a coat and steps right on outside. Tries both the snowmobiles, takes a look at what they'd need to be fixed, and curses, quietly, to himself. Don't mind him, he'll be attempting to hotwire the second one until his fingers go numb.
And then, maybe, he'll come back inside.