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[beenunmade]

[ Video flickers on and Clint's sitting on top of his house, fiddling with his bow as he contemplates quite a few things right now. Mostly that this place fucking sucked and Nat was gone. Both of them were. Despite Phil still being there...Nat was the third member of their fearsome trio. Fearsome duo just didn't really have the same ring to it as he sets the bow on his lap. ]

Can anyone fuckin' tell me how Loki for Tasha is a fair trade? Cos I ain't seein' it. She wouldn't just up 'n leave so it's gotta be somethin' else. Does anyone remember any videos of either of 'em bein' nabbed or somethin'? [ He fiddles a little with her SHIELD identification card that he found left behind in her room. There were also a couple knives that he'd made sure to pocket. ]

[ Private to Loki ]

I need target practice...stand ground level from my house. You can run in zig-zags if it'll make you feel more comfortable.

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[Video, Private]

[laevisilaufeyson]

Piqued, are we?

[Video, Private]

[beenunmade]

What gave you that idea?

[Private FOREVER]

[laevisilaufeyson]

Coming from a man who seems to make death threats as an affectionate gesture it's astonishingly difficult to tell, but it did become rather clear to me somewhere in the midst of that statement regarding trades and relative degrees of fairness. You are aware that the mere question is laughably naïve?

[slightly drunken video]

[onteamdyson]

Maybe she's ... invisible.

[beenunmade]

Death threats are always a good ice-breaker when it comes to certain people. What can I say? [ Clint shrugs with an annoyed look on his face. ] Look? The reason no one has even tried to put a cap in your ass is cos some people think you can help us out.

[ A pause. ]

'm tryin' to make your presence more useful in the meantime.

[beenunmade]

Uh huh. Totally see that happenin'. [ He scoffs a little. ]

[onteamdyson]

NO! You can't SEE it happening. Invisible doesn't work that way, genius.

[beenunmade]

I think you're a lil drunk, Kenzi. [ Otherwise she wouldn't have suggested that. ]

[onteamdyson]

I think you're... shut up. She's probably fine, Clint! Don't make the sad face. No sadfaces allowed, dude. Anti-sadface zone.

[beenunmade]

Yeah... [ Clint knew otherwise. There were just some things Nat wouldn't leave home without. He hangs his head a little. ] Continue on with your boozin', Kenz.

[onteamdyson]

See you at home?

[She's hopeful.]

[beenunmade]

Whatttt? Sounds like you miss me a little, Kenzi?

[laevisilaufeyson]

Useful is a matter of perspective, I'm afraid, and not something I'm terribly inclined to be without the promise of some return. You may tell your little pals that. Think on it yourself.

On the other hand, Stark has already secured my assistance, making him rather more useful than you, under the circumstances. Funny, that.

[agentx13]

It isn't fair.

No videos. I've checked the network multiple times.

[She hesitates. What she wants is to get drunk, but that would feel like mourning Natasha. And if Natasha found out, Sharon would never live it down. If something happened while she was drunk, she'd never forgive herself. The frustration makes her want to shoot something, or hit something, and she can't afford to lose her ammo needlessly. She's been hording it for a reason. Which leaves one option.] Want to spar?

[beenunmade]

Would you do it for a klondike bar?

[ He shrugs. He's okay with not being that useful to anybody. He didn't quite think he was 'Avenger' material as it stood but apparently it sounded like he joined the team without a hitch. ] What do you want me to do? Cry 'bout it? 'm used to it.

[beenunmade]

Coulson asked me to look around. I didn't really see 'em. Either of 'em.

[ He tried...for hours. Clint didn't want to think of either of them just getting snagged without back up. Back up and...Clint was supposed to be Nat's partner. ] Sounds like a plan. I need to punch something.

[agentx13]

I haven't been able to find either one, either, and mine still hasn't responded or come by the house.

Where do you want to spar?

[onteamdyson]

'Course I miss you, dumbass. It's too quiet with just me... AND MY DRUM SET!

[manofiron]

I'm looking too. Haven't found any sign of them yet.

( voice )

[indiscreet]

[ The bow catches her attention. She could use someone who knows how to use a bow — or, a bow that isn't some strange fae magic thing made half out of dreams and half out of lightning, or however it is these things work.

But she stops herself from commenting on it, once she realizes what the post is about. ]

...I'm sorry to hear that she's gone. [ They hadn't met, but from what little she'd heard, the other woman had been amazingly competent. And Russians needed to stick together, didn't they? ] Granted, between her and those of us stuck here, if she really got away then perhaps she got the better deal.

[beenunmade]

On second thought...'m movin' in with Freckles. TTFN Ta-ta for now.

[beenunmade]

Sounds like it sucks...generally I know if I put a message out mine will pick up so...[ Clint lowers his head, hiding the hurt expression on his face as he starts scaling down his house. ]

Beach. 'll meet you there in five.

[beenunmade]

I think she's gone. [ Clint makes it seem like it doesn't really matter as he lays back on the roof, one arm going behind his head. ]

But thanks.

[beenunmade]

It's fine. Natasha wasn't built for continuous social interactions. [ Clint took in a deep breath, smirking a tad bit at that and shrugging. ] Being trapped in a town with y'all wasn't the biggest concern for her.

[agentx13]

[Five minutes later, she's on the beach, stretching and looking out over the water. This place is so deceptively peaceful. But the food is going to diminish from this point out; they'll have no idea when it will be replenished, and she still hasn't forgotten what the Doctor said about acid in the water. She's willing to bet that whoever's keeping them here can easily up that acidity any time they like.]

[Bastards.]