((Accepted! I see we have another member of the archer squad now lol
I just posted the first part of the story yay c:))
"Trees-" Helga paused, looking up at their extent. They all seemed very tall, but yet she wasn't able to tell exactly how tall. Whatever the case, that would prevent them from becoming dinner to some hostile being that lived on this island., Hopefully if there were predators, they didn't fly, nor had the ability to climb the trees. Realizing she had paused for a while, Helga looked back down, focusing on Deryn in the last rays of light. "Yes the trees. Good thinking Deryn," the blonde spy only acknowledged the girl on front of her, despite it was her little pet shouting trees. Helga Sinclair, although, found herself staring at Bovril again, in a less angered way. His mannerisms, all he said, and how he acted reminded her a lot of Mole, now that she thought about it.
Clint wasn't able to catch what Celty had typed to Oliver, but the archer noticed her injury. He honestly never knew a horse being capable of that. Then again, she had some magical horse that went back and forth from motorcycle, to equine, motorcycle, to equine, and back again. Besides, he knew of no horses that had celestial type flowing manes like Scooter did. He zoned out in thought, before noticing how Celty was trying to fix her wound. "Let me help. I keep this in my back pocket for reasons like this....well, kind of like this," Hawkeye pulled a gauze wrap from his belt holster. Out of all of the Avengers, he was the only one who honestly payed attention to Maria's safety course. Coulson was staring at Steve, Steve clueless, Natasha cleaning a gun, Thor and Stark bickering, Bruce leaving the room every five seconds to stay calm. Sam Wilson had also payed attention, as well as James Rhodes. Without them, what would Steve and Tony do? Clint remembered that Maria had said to keep gauze with them, in case they got shot. Despite being a five year old at heart, Barton was prepared. "Need help?!" He looked at Oliver and Katniss, motioning for them to come over and help. Just because he was prepared, didn't mean he knew how to apply it. When it was needed, Clint would give his roll to Natasha and she would apply it on anybody.