cape_kore | video ✖ clint barton ✖ oo4

[ Feed flickers on and Clint's breathing erratically.

Only because he just spent the last 30 so minutes, watching his own back while he built small perimeter around the box. Big enough for Bruce to get a closer look at it. While protective enough to knock some sense into the creatures that were stupid enough to go into freaking tar pits like they were going on a picnic to where ever the hell they were traveling. Clint does what he wants! With the benefit of everyone else in mind.

Being ground level is sort of a gimme at this point as he straightens up and makes a bee-line for a tree branch before pulling himself up and jumping to another one, climbing up the tree before hopping over to the roof of one of the buildings and running his hand down his face before lifting up his communicator. ]

From what I can tell, I got a pack of Cujos travellin' throughout town. Biggest group I saw was ten, but 'm guessin' there's more. I didn't stick 'round to count. The Saber-cats from Hell travel by themselves for the most part. I counted five when I was movin' towards the fountain. The big pack is established 'round the fountain. [ And the box. Oh goodie. ]

[ private to natalia ]

Agent Carter wants us to report for her. [ He smirks, since he hasn't seen or heard from his Tasha. He'll just make due with this one. ] She authorized use for explosives. Not that I see any use for explosives that won't end up in tears at this point.

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And just what exactly do you want us to do with this information? Write an article for National Geographic?

Maybe to give you a head's up where these fuckers are? Maybe? I dunno. [ A pause. ]

But if you decide to write an article for National Geographic about it...more power to ya.

Why don't you and your co-workers just take them out instead of tracking their movements and studying their behaviour? Weapons are limited and most of us can't fight them off. Aren't you supposed to be protecting us?

[ He blinks for a moment. ]

Well, don't you sound all entitled 'n shit. My job description really doesn't cover 'bodyguard' as much as it does other things. We jus' protect y'all so you're not stinkin' up the joint with your corpses.

[She smiles. It's not even a little bit pleasant.]

Look. I don't actually care what your job entails. What you need to do right now is round up your highly-trained friends and kill them before they kill us. Understood?

[ Clint smiles back, not even pleasant at all. ]

'n what rank in the military are you again? As much as your opinion matters to everyone, 'm pretty sure it does. Don't get me wrong. But you don't tell me what to do when the only picture you see, is creatures roamin' the streets. They're in the forest too. I kill one, two more pop up. Ammo is not infinite nor am I gonna riskin' my ass because some self-entitled bitch is telling me to charge.

So sit down on your pretty lil ass, do whatever the fuck you were doin'. 'n kindly shut the fuck up. I won't say it nicely next time.

[There is absolutely zero reaction on Lydia's end. Her smile doesn't falter. She doesn't even so much as flinch. She waits until he's done. Also, that was him saying it nicely? How quaint.]

Fine. I'll do it myself.

[ His smile doesn't falter either. ]

Do what? Kill them? Really? [ Oh Clint wants to watch this go down. ]

No, I'm going to knit a sweater. [Seriously, Clint. Get with the program.]

Yes. Kill them. If I have to.

[And she has one seriously personal vendetta against wolves.]

Well, I hear they like blue. [ He's just a little shell-shocked is all. ]

I doubt you're gonna tame them. But really, it'd be stupid if you do it alone.

Alone seems to be the only option since you're so dead-set against helping and much more preoccupied with my ass.

[Oh... oh no. What is she-- she's rummaging around for stuff. Stuff that goes boom.]

Well, from what 've seen of it. It was a nice ass. [ Clint gets a day-dream-y sort of look on his face for a moment before rolling his eyes. ]

Jus' cos you don't see me helpin', don't mean I ain't. 've killed a dozen of those wolves and more sauntered into town. It ain't like we're not doin' the best we can. We're just...[ Being overrun. ]

Also explosives are frowned upon, also weapons in untrained hands. After this is over, you should really look into askin' someone to teach you how to kick some ass.

Where were you when Kobra got attacked? When Daneel went to go get him? When Dean's brother was taken?

You may be helping. But it's not enough.

[She's frustrated. Not so much at Clint, but at herself. She's frustrated because she couldn't help. She's also frustrated because she still hasn't figured out how to open the box. Clint just happens to be the one she's taking it all out on. It's nothing personal.]

It's a simple, timed chemical reaction, and it's safer in my hands than anyone else's. After this is over, maybe you should keep your distance, because if I was going to kick anyone's ass? It would be yours.

[ He's starting to get that she's just frustrated...but whatever. Clint likes to add fuel to the fire. ]

I was killin' crap...where were you when all of this happened? Since you seem so sure of yourself; that you can handle this crap.

People say simple, timed chemical reactions 'n I get nervous. It ain't you, it's me. But...let's hold off on the explosives until we're sure it's needed. 'n if that's the case, I got explosives as well. We don't need to add more to the equation, don't you think? Especially a chemical one. I doubt we have enough to douse it out. [ He pauses for a moment. ] Is that code for 'm gonna get my friends to jump you in the parkin' lot?

None of your damn business. And as much as your opinion matters to everyone? Don't tell me what to do..

[Sound familiar?]

It's code for watch your back because I'm not a fan.

[ HA! He sees what chu did thar! Clint laughs and shakes his head. ]

'll be sure to sleep with one eye open. Jus'...be careful, please? Nobody in this place as an ass like yours.

[Dammit. Compliments. Her only weakness!]

I know.

[She signs off with a tilt of her head and the smuggest smile you ever did see.]

video ✖ clint barton ✖ oo4

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