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[beenunmade]

[ 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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[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[Private]

Well, if your charge is going of prematurely, Barton, I could see how that would be a reason for crying.

[beenunmade]

Other people crying. Lots of blood...I don't cry. I sniffle.

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

You also clearly miss subtle attempts at humor. [That's okay, they're not really her thing anyway.]

Whose blood? Because depending on that it might not be an issue.

[beenunmade]

No, I got it Nat. I chose to ignore it cos there ain't nothing premature about me. [ He winks. ]

Anyone who gets in my way?

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

I suppose not. [Smirk] Though, it's been a while, I'm couldn't be sure if things haven't changed.

If they're in your way, then that's their problem don't you think?

[preytosociety]

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

[beenunmade]

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.

[preytosociety]

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?

[beenunmade]

[ 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.

[preytosociety]

[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?

[theshield_agent]

Did you just--[He rubs the bridge of his nose.] Do you need backup out there?

[He's really not thrilled to see Clint with the cube again. Really. Not after his conversation with Banner. He's more than a little worried about Clint's weird attachment to the thing.]

[beenunmade]

[ Hey, Coulson, hey! Clint offers his handler a smile. ]

Nah, 'm headin' back in a bit. I did what I needed to do out here. [ He feels somewhat secure now. ]

[theshield_agent]

When you come back, I want to talk to you about something.

[He smiles back.] Come up to my room.

[beenunmade]

[ Coulson always looks a little weird when he smiles. ]

Uh...sure? [ Clint smirks as he jumps over to another roof before climbing down a rain pipe and starting to book it. ] This ain't 'bout Carter authorizin' my use for explosives? Cos I ain't gonna do that. Too many variables.

[theshield_agent]

No, Barton. I trust your judgment on that. [At least he trusts it when Clint isn't crazy for a box.]

I'll see you soon.

[He cuts the feed.]

[onteamdyson]

You're out. Again. Shocker.

[beenunmade]

Want me to take you with me next time, Kenzi?

[onteamdyson]

Duh. Why should you get all the hero-action?

Are you avoiding me? [Is it because she's been painfully obvious while stalking you?]

[beenunmade]

Cos...'m a hero? [ He laughs. ]

No more than you're stalkin' me. Next time you wanna see what 'm doin' with my free time? Jus' ask.

[onteamdyson]

You probably missed this, but I am also a hero. Which means yes, you should take me next time. It's practically a law.

[Damn. He's good.] Do you always do lunges in your boxers and then pour water over your head? Or am I just really lucky?

[plaidsamurai]

[Audio only. He doesn't really want to deal with Clint.]

Still having trouble with the locals? I might be able to distract some of the wolves, no telling as far as the cats go though.

[beenunmade]

You think? Some of us have been attacked by the wolves. If you can, make sure they don't go near them. It'll knock one problem off the long list we've got going on.

[plaidsamurai]

Not long term, but for this box shit it might work.

[beenunmade]

Anything would be good at this point, Mutton Chops.

[porcelainpride]

Soooo, if we stay away from the aforementioned Cujo-and/or-Hellcat-infested fountain, we should be fine?