12104/Nothing Stops A Story

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Nothing Stops A Story
Date of Scene: 21 July 2022
Location: New Lots
Synopsis: Summer has a story piece she's working on. She pisses off a pair of residents of a derelict building and things go down hill fast! Thankfully there is an Avenger in the neighborhood to break a nose.
Cast of Characters: Summer Gleeson, Clint Barton




Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer had picked up a story thread and given the tenacious nature of the woman, she wasn't letting it go. Not even when she was lead into one of the worse parts of New York to be in when the sun starts to go down. The redhead was dressed down this late afternoon, no flashy clothing. No heels. She was in jeans, a lightweight blouse that was a hunter green color and sensible walking shoes.

There was the slightest threat of a storm rolling in, but the intermitent drops of rain were the only thing that had gotten through yet. Her destination was the derelict church that was up the road from where she parked her car. She'd never been here so her eyes going from her phone to see which address she was needing is noticeable. Not to mention she stuck out in this area.

It might turn into a long night.

Clint Barton has posed:
Despite having all of the expectations that Clint found himself having with the Avengers and his work with SHIELD, he had also decided to take on a role as a Big Brother with a kid from Brooklyn; a kid that lived in a not so nice part of Brooklyn. He had taken the kid down to the park to toss a football and then grab dinner before bringing him back home and dropping him off. "Hey. I'll see you next Thursday okay Xavi Stay out of trouble and work on that spiral." The boy smiles and after a high-five makes his way into his tenenment, closing the door behind him.

Clint turned from the building door and places his hands in his pockets, starting to make his way down the street and taking in the surroundings of the difficult neighborhood. It was not that he felt uneasy, but he certanly wanted to know what was going on around him. Careful steps in a pair of jeans, sneakers and black t-shirt.

Summer Gleeson has posed:
The sun is steadily sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in a beautiful mix of oranges and reds with just a tinge of pink that bleeds into the edges of ones sight. Summer wasn't here to admire the sunset though. She'd find a...safer place to do that if she was. The camera that she has with her is probably not that cheap of a model, but work sort of needed her to have good equipment.

She stops in front of the church, taking a few shots of the front of the derelict building before she makes a few quick notes on her phone with quick typing action.

The flash from the camera stirs a few rough looking people from the inside of the interior as the door creaks open. The creak is followed by the sound of breaking glass as an empty beer bottle busts a few feet away from Summer, "Get that fuckin' camera out of here!" one of the men shouts at Summer.

Which between the glass and the sudden shouting leaves her a bit glued to the spot.

Clint Barton has posed:
Ah. The sounds of breaking glass and shouting. What would an evening walk be without them? Peaceful. That's what it would be. It certainly is enough for Clint to take not of, drawing on his full attention now as his steps begin to take him towards the source, still a little bit away. What was the cause of it? Clearly someone was upset to shout such profane laguage. And a camera? Who would be taking pictures in this part of the city?

As his steps bring him close,r he makes out the shape of a woman standing in front of the Church, but due to the dimming daylight and the fact that her back is to him, he is unable to determie who it is. What puzzles him is why the woman is still standing where she is. His eyes shift to the entrace of the church, making out of of the city's finer citizen's standing in it and pointin ghis finger at the woman. "What are you deaf? I'll cut you bitch. Get that fuckin' camera out of here and your..."

He pauses his words and takes a step down ontp the church steps. "On second thought, why don't you bring that sweet little ass in here..."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives a bit of a look to the men, but can't entirely make out their features given the dimming lights. "I wasn't taking photos of you, if that is the concern. I didn't know anyone was in there to be honest." she explains. The redhead does take a step back, just in case either of them decided to try to chuck another bottle at her. She'd not know how to explain a busted face to her boss, but sometimes that came with doing investigative work.

She raises her hands, which leaves the camera hanging around her neck for the moment, "You don't have to tell me twice, no cutting needed and definitely..." she cuts herself off though.

There's a blink, sweet little ass, "I'm sure you both can make wonderful company for each other without me." she points out as she starts to turn to head away from the two aggravated men.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Oh arn't you a funny lil bitch." The man coming down the stairs makes a lunge and grabs her by the arm. "Oh I ain't gunna cut you. I promise you that." He makes an effort to spin her around as the the other man remains standing in the doorway. "Yeah he ain't gunna cut you." His words parroting those of the aggresor.

Captain Grabs-a-Lot leans in closer, his terrible breath felt on her face. "You're gunna come inside and we are gunna delete those photos first. And then we are both going to take..."

The voice cuts through the twilight night air, clear and firm as Clint steps into a recently illuminated streetlight. His hands are still in his pockets and he stpes are very matter-of fact in the groups direction, but they are quicker than before. "What you're going to do is /take/ your hands off her. I am only going to ask you once. And if I have to ask you twice; well let's just hope you listen the first time."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer decides it is not time to work on her standup act. She wasn't going to get anywhere with it. This place is unfamiliar and running down an alley was not going to be in her favor. Being caught between two hostiles was not her idea of a good time. She wasn't really wanting to start mouthing off either, because she'd definitely not gotten her ass to self defense classes. So she was a fish out of water.

There's a shudder when she smells the breath of the man. She could only imagine what he was going to say but he's cut off. Can she recognize that voice with the amount of blood that's pounding in her ears? Maybe not.

The man at the door starts to step down when he realizes that they have company. "Hey, fuckhead, no one needs a third wheel!" he shouts at Clint. The one that had ahold of Summer reaches up to grab her by the back of the hair and jerks her around to see who is calling them out. Given he still has her arm in that precarious hold it causes pain in the report. That looks like it hurts definitely. "You're really outnumbered, so I suggest you beat it and let people have their fun, pal." he tells Clint.

Clint Barton has posed:
As she is whipped around by the hair pull, Clint discovers that the woman being assaulted is none other than the woman he met at the coffee shop a few days ago. This now got even more personal and he was doing his best to maintain his composure as not to worry Summer more than she already was. "Fuckhead? Well that's a new one. Not really sure how to reply to that. I think I should be hurt. Just not really feeling it."

He shakes his head and stops walking, staring now at the man holding summer with a narrowed eye, trying his best to sneak a glance to Summer to try and calm her a bit. "Outnumbered? Well you can count. I'll give you that. Yeah, not a big fan of being outnumbered." He whips his hand out of his pocket, flinging his phone with a whip of his arm at the man in the doorway, striking him in the face with a good degree of velocity." The man covers his face, his nose starting to bleed as he begins a tirade of profanity.

Clint now looks to the man holding Summer and calmly states. "So. How do you want to play this? I am going to ask again. Let her go. Let her go and you might walk away from this as the one without the broken nose."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer's chocolate colored gaze seems to unfocus for a moment as her eyes try to adjust to the incoming night. But that outline of Clint becomes a bit more easy to make out. She doesn't give away who these men are talking to, maybe she should to try to scare them, but she figured he didn't need or want to be outed. The man that he chides gives a 'really?' look to his friend, but that means he's not looking for the incoming phone that breaks his nose. He bends forward, cursing inaudibly as he tries to stop the bleeding.

"Yeah I can count really good." the man spits out at Clint as he tightens his grip on Summer. There is a look to the incident with the phone and then he looks to Clint again, there was a moment he might have continued with the antagonizing, but his friend is bleeding all over the place.

He does something that might put him on Clint's shitlist though. Instead of releasing Summer nicely, the man shoves her towards him hard, causing her to fall forward and it sends her into the pile of broken glass from his friend. There's a yelp from the reporter as glass cuts into her hands, legs and her camera lense cracks as she topples over.

The two men flee as fast as they can. Cowards didn't want to stick around really.

Clint Barton has posed:
Cowards indeed. He did not expect them to stay and fight. But, he also did not expect them to throw the woman down on the broken glass. He made a note of their faces. There would be another time that they would pay the piper for their disrespect and actions, but tonight was not that time. As she was sent towards him, he did his best to lunger towards her to break her fall, just missing her from striking the ground and the glass. However, she is immediatly seen to with the Avenger kneeling beside her and moving to get her to a more comfortable position where he can assess how bad she has been inured.

Gently he he takes her arm where she is not cut, stablizing her and speaking in a soft calming tone. "They're gone now. I am not going to ask if you are alright. We need to get you cleaned up. Properly." His eyes look her over, taking in all the cuts on her hands and legs. "You are going to be fine. Let's do what we can to get you out of here before they come back with their rat gang."

He lets his gaze find her own and asks. "Can you walk?"

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer doesn't cry yet. That might seem a bit odd as other women might be in hysterics, but there are tears held back, she just doesn't let them be seen for the moment. She wasn't sure if there were points deducted for crying in front of Avengers. She blows out a breath as she tries not to panic. Hey, he's talking! "I'm sorry." she whispers to him. Because this was most assuredly something that she feels that she could have avoided. Or...maybe her brain is reeling.

She then realizes that she's bleeding and there's an uptick in her heartbeat, she nods at him, "I'll be alright." she repeats after him. Yep. She believed him. "My car is down the road." she tells him. She's shaking, but it's just the adrenaline from everything that has happened.She lifts her gaze, finding his and there is another breath taken, "Yes, I can walk." she tells him quietly. "I'm not sure if I can drive is the problem." she adds.

Clint Barton has posed:
"I don't accept your apology, because you have no reason to do so." He gives her a comforting smile with a shake of his head. "I am sure you can walk, but what kind of hero would I be if I let you. I can't risk that type of publicity. I got a good thing going." He raises a finger and quickly dashes to the steps to retrieve his phone, quickly returning to her. He smiles and moves to slip his arms up under her, and lifts her as he goes into a standing position. "We're going to make sure you get home safely. I am not sure I could sleep if I didn't see to that."

He makes sure she is stabilized in his arms and starts to walk. "Am I going the right way?" He just keeps walking. "Dont worry about getting blood on me., just wrap your arm around my neck."

His eyes continue to look for any trouble returning as he brings gthe reporter to her vehicle. "I'll drive you back if you want. Makre sure you are all taken care of. Don't want you to have to worry about anything." He pauses a momentas he considers his next words. "So what exactly where you taking pictures of? Some top secret story?"

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives a look to him and there's a ghost of a smile as her apology isn't accepted, "I should be mad about that, but I'm not going to be." she admits. She blinks at him when he talks on carrying her, "Oh...I'm..." she looks flustered, but she's also cut open and feeling like she just wants to crawl into a dark spot. "Do you just have a nose for when reporters are going to be out getting into trouble or was that a divine intervention situation?" she asks him.

She nods, "Yes, you're going the right way." she tells him in a soft tone as she hits the unlock button on her car. That probably helps. She slips her arm around his neck, trying not to get blood on him, but beer bottle glass was sharp and cut deep.

"I don't think I've had this many cuts in awhile...so I wouldn't turn down the help. I don't think anything is life threatening." she explains.

"Oh there are a few properties that people are thinking need to be torn down, but others are wanting to see if they can be part of a revitalization project. This one came up on the radar and I wanted to see it." she admits. "I can explain more at my apartment if that works?" she adds.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Let us get you cleaned up and you can tell me anyhting you want. Not going to pry, but I will admit you have my curiosity piqued." As they apprach the car he literally and gently sets her down on the hood of the car to open the passenger door, moving to hen lift her gently into the passenger seat and closing it. Slipping into the driver's seat he extends a hand for the keys, roaring the car to life and shifting it into drive.

"You just sit back and relax and tell me where I am going. We can get you cleaned up in no time. I am not one to drop you at your door all cut up and bleeding. I mean, again. Reputation to protect." He winks overto her. "Okay fine...call me a gentleman."

As they reach the aprtment the car is parked and Summer is once more helped out of the car and carried inside. "Just tell me where medical supplies are I'll have you fixed up in no time."