cape_kore | 001 ➳ Video ➳ Clint Barton

[ They got crap like this in SHIELD, but that doesn't mean Clint paid much mind to it. Unless it was his tech then he had no reason to really be interested in understanding it. The eggheads were all supposed to handle that crap. Clint was strictly a grunt when it came down to it. Learning to use this communicator that's strapped to his wrist is like the Quinjet training. Frustrating and just plain stupid.

He's managed to get distracted while waiting on the feed to come to life. That's why he doesn't really notice when it flicks on. He's busying checking his teeth over. He gives a startled expression when he realizes the thing has somehow come to life. ] Stark, I swear on all that is good and holy--if this is your doing then I'm going to sick Natasha on you when you least expect her. [ Because he's more than aware that Natasha Romanoff is far more scarier to Tony Stark than Clint Barton will ever be.

Fuck. This practical joke is not nearly as funny as the ones that Clint cooks up back at SHIELD HQ. Clint wasn't normally a tattle tell, but Fury was gonna hear about this. Clint was in the middle of important business when things went fuzzy. Now he was in the middle of fucking nowhere and his arrows weren't labeled. Great. Someone will pay with push ups and ass kissing.

By now he's no longer paying attention to the communicator. He's desperately searching around him to find something even remotely familiar. His eyes fix on a point in the distance. His arm shifts up and the communicator catches a clear glimpse of his bow strapped to his body and the quiver on his back. ] This is stupid.

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[ Stop tapping. He's not a moron. ] I'm proficient if that's what you're asking. [ He's not going to own up to his skill. Besides she could be a psychopath. It's better to keep them guessing. ]

Proficient? So are you saying you're really good and kind of modest or you really suck but you have a huge ego?

[ Because it's obviously got to be one of the two, right? Laura's already scrambling off of the bed and it means her feed ends up a little jerky, but eventually she stops and holds her arm still again. ]

Listen, we totally have a food situation going on here. If you can use that thing and you're not a giant dick then you just made yourself super useful. Useful is good, right? Who doesn't love being useful? I like being useful. [ Maybe rambling a little but it's okay, he doesn't actually have to listen to much of this. The important part is coming up though. ] I don't really know how to use that thing well though. Apparently there's a couple floating around, or like. Similar weapons. And you can make one easy enough, I've heard, but I don't know how to do that either. [ Any minute now.]

Can you show me? Some time. Not right now, I bet you're busy being new and getting someone to explain all this to you and stuff, but just. Yeah. We want to eat real food sometime, so that'd be good. I'm Laura, by the way.

[ Was everyone in this creepy ass place a sassy asshole? It seemed like Clint had found his people or something. No one at SHIELD really could keep up with him when it came to sarcasm and sass. Natasha tried, but she mostly just shook her head a lot. Tony could, but he wasn't SHIELD. He was irritating and Clint had issues being around him for longer than a few minutes. Plus he gave him a wedgie when he took him up to that rooftop in Manhattan during the takeover. Don't give another bro a wedgie, man. Not cool.

This chick was trying to rope Clint into being her new lackey it seemed. Not that he objected to helping people eat, but he didn't want to get too comfortable here. If he saw his way out then he was gonna take it. He wasn't going to hang out with her and the Brady Bunch. They were not the people that he was supposed to be loyal to. SHIELD needed him.

There's a soft sigh and a long exhale as Clint gathers up the words on how to break it to this chick. ] I'm Clint. I'll help if I can. [ Oh well. Hello, mouth. That's not what he wanted to say. He was supposed to let her down easy and say no. Goddammit. Why couldn't he be ruthless? People in need just hit Clint right in the gut. ]

Great! We really need some people that actually know what they're doing at the minute, as far as I can tell there's not many. I'm sure you want to eat something other than canned peas too, right? So it's win win. [ And she actually stops for a moment then, sits down and takes a bit of a breath. it's easy enough to do this, to ramble and generally subject people to Hurricane Laura, never take a moment to step back or tone down.

It doesn't mean she always wants to though, it's kind of unsustainable and the last few days have made bright grins and bubbly responses a little difficult. Scraping her hair back off her face - and once again sending the camera momentarily haywire - her voice drops to something a little softer, definitely calmer and a lot less demanding. ]

Hey Clint. It's nice to meet you. Has someone explained all this to you already?

[ Clint's fine with canned food. He's lived off rations and those are no picnic. Having canned veggies wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Plus the carnival never was rich with food or anything actually good for them. He would offer his help though. These people probably weren't trained to ration or to really survive in a world that wasn't their own. He could help.

He frowns when she messes with the view again. She's a jumpy one. She's all over the place and Clint is having a hard time following what the hell is going on with her. It's amazing that she finally simmers down to speak again. ] Not in great detail.

Alright, let's get started then.

[ She sobers up significantly at that, because hey - someone should actually explain the whole deal going on here to him at some point, right? Laura's stopped greeting the new people so much these days, but the bow kind of distracted her and now she's stuck here. ]

First off, this place? It's like Bermuda Triangle deal or something. Completely off the grid. Can't go out through the woods, can't escape by sea. We're pretty much stuck until we can come up with some better way of getting out. [ He better be paying attention still, because she's doing a good job of being informative without babbling too much. Doesn't happen very often, appreciate it. ] I mean you're welcome to try - you probably will, everyone does - but just, tell someone before you do okay? Because you're going to get fucked up and there's a bunch of people here who can help you when that happens.

[ He should probably just stop watching the feed though, because she can't stay still and she flops down onto the bed again. It's probably easier to follow just the audio, considering how much it jerks around. ] The food situation is pretty dire, but there's a few of us used to that so it's not too bad. Some people here can hunt, I think. I'd like to learn, that's why I said hi. Also there are houses, pick one to live in or wait for someone to offer you a room. Also there are scientists who watch us and cameras and stuff. Any questions?

[ Yeah. He's given up on the feed because at this point he'd be dizzy beyond repair. It was bad enough he was in some random fucked up world. He didn't need to tack on hurling everywhere.

So he just listens to her explain things to the best of her abilities. Bermuda Triangle seems to be a fan favorite for giving him the rundown. It makes sense. When she mentions trying to escape and getting fucked then she peeks his interest. That sounds extremely unpleasant and kind of like a downer in the spirit of those hoping for a way out. Still he could see why they'd try.

He's a little concerned she waited until the very end to explain that scientists are watching them via cameras. ] What do you mean by fucked up? Like what're we talking about injury wise?

Okay, so here's the deal.

[ She sighs, because it's getting really hard to keep explaining this when she knows everyone insists on finding out for themselves eventually. She gets it, she really does. People need to know that they're stuck there, they can't just take it on faith from a random babbling teenager over the network. It makes total sense, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating.

She's just sick of hearing about people getting hurt and dying every second day, that's all. ]

The woods. Sources say there's some really fucked up shit in there. Like crazy mechanical bear things, sabre tooth tigers, wolves, bombs. They really don't want us getting out. Word has it someone staged an escape attempt, but that happened just before I got here. Next thing I knew, everyone got dosed with crazy gas and the whole town lost their minds. So the people holding us here? They kind of have the advantage.

[ She frowns for a moment, then sits up again and eyes the video with a small frown. She doesn't blame him for giving up on watching either, because most of her conversations tend to go like this - what with the inability to sit still and all. She's giving over serious information about as seriously as she's ever managed though, so if he's not paying attention she's going to be pissed. ]

I like the people here not dead or grievously injured, and you're here now which means you're part of that. So please don't try to bust out on your own? Please? [ She sighs again though, pinching the bridge of her nose before adding. ] Or just. Tell the people who can help if you are going to. Bruce, he's a doctor. He should know so he knows to get ready to patch your ass back up again.

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