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When Milliways appeared in Sherwood, Will was glad of it as the days have been full and hot.

He heads to the lake where he strips down to his hose, making a pile of the rest of his clothing with his sword and dagger and boots on top before plunging in to the lake.

Then he gets out to lay on the pier with his shirt off and drink the beer he picked up on his way outside.

Once the sun's gone down, he'll head inside and relax by the fire but for now, its nice to be outside where no one is going to appear and try to fight him. Though it does look like there was a major fight here but there aren't bodies which is good.

(OOC: Find him in the lake, by the lake or inside. Open until it scrolls.)

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Hill's been scouting the outdoors.

The door showed up two weeks ago today, and since then she's been making notes and watching the weirdness with detached amusement.

(And a little aggravation. But mostly amusement.)

She settles on a rock near the shoreline with her own brew, and arches an eyebrow at the pile of hose.

Oh, hey, eye-candy.

Today just got a little more interesting.

He notices her when he surfaces and starts out of the water, his hair is plastered down and the wet highlights his muscles and the scars on his wrists and back.

When he sees her, he gives a small bow and heads to a rock near her and the sun, "Good day."

Hello, good-looking.

She tips her beer bottle in a salute.

"Yes, it is."

And getting better by the minute.

"Aye, tis. Dinna think I've met ye 'fore,"

Her beer reminds him that he didn't stop to get a drink when he came out.

"I think I'd remember that."

Her eyes sharpen.

She glances over to where his things are, and nods to the next rock over.

"Join me for a drink?"

"Thank ye, I"m Will Scarlett o'Nottingham,"

He goes over to the rock and reaches down for a beer with a smile and another little.

Nottingham, huh?

"Maria Hill."

Beat.

"I travel."

She sips her beer, giving him a long, lingering look.

"Oh aye, in America?" At her look, he shifts slightly as he's always conscious of his scars.

"Wherever they send me."

He's cute. She likes that shy thing.

"I'm originally from Chicago. Ever heard of it?"

"Aye but ne'er been there. Only done much travelin' through Milliways,"

Nottingham has to come first and he takes a long drink of his beer.

"Traveling through Milliways?"

She sobers.

"How does that work?"

"Ye go through someone else's door an go into their world."

She sits up, elbows resting on her knees.

"I thought you couldn't go through someone else's door. Security protocol."

"Course ye can, but canna open another's door. I could open a door to Sherwood an take ye through. Though whene'er ye go through a door, ye 'ave to be careful. I've gone to aid me friends an been pulled into worlds as well."

Her brows knit.

She doesn't like the sound of that. Needing someone to open the door for you is only small comfort when you consider the different ways you could be forced to do so.

On the other hand, the example he provides is interesting.

"So I could go to Sherwood?"

"Oh aye, ye could,"

Its not perfect but the worst time he was thrown to another world wasn't even through a door.

"Huh."

He never specifically said it was Sherwood Forest, but she's been piecing together clues.

His name. His clothes. His speech. Even the scars on his body.

She smirks.

"Is Robin Hood a dick in real life?"

Will looks at her and raises an eyebrow as his green eyes grow harder and there's a sharpness to his tone,

"Nay, 'e's na. Without 'im, Nottingham wouldna 'ave any 'ope."

"Easy, tiger."

Hill raises an eyebrow right back.

Barton mentioned anyone could come here, from George Washington to the Super Soldier himself, but you never know with Barton. Sometimes he's just messing around.

Not this time.

She wasn't sure whether this guy was the Will Scarlett of lore, or if his parents were just awful people.

"I guess you know him?"

"Aye, I serve 'im an owe me life to 'im. 'e maybe just a tale to ye in the future but 'e lives an breathes,"

Without Robin, he would be dead and in Hell.

"He is. A tale."

But so are you.

"But a tale I happen to like. Let me put it this way--"

She slips back into a relaxed posture.

"What is he like?"

He takes a long drink of his beer before answering,

"Why do ye like it? We fight for Nottingham na like others I've met 'ere who die for worlds."

It's not a complicated question, but her answer takes a little thought.

She rolls her shoulder to show the SHIELD emblem on her sleeve.

"In school we're taught about George Washington, Alexander the Great, men who bled for their country; there's nothing greater than someone who fights for their home."

It's why she does what she does.

"Sometimes that means taking a stand against the men who are in control. It's not about political allegiance, it's about protecting the weak."

"Thank ye, that's well put. I'm glad 'e's known cause its good to know we're doin' somethin' with our fight."

The corner of her mouth quirks up into a smile.

"I doubt I was the only kid the stories inspired."

Your first heroes are the ones you read about.

After your parents, of course.

She takes another swig of beer.

"I wasn't trying to offend you."