001 ➳ Video ➳ Clint Barton

[greatatboats]

[ 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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[greatatboats]

Not a compliment. [ Violent is kind of a necessity when you work for SHIELD and have lived the life Clint has lived. Though maybe her life required violent as well. Clint has no clue. Maybe she's some secret underground tiny cage fighter? She could be really awkward assassin and he would never even know. Though that's not going to stop him from stepping on toes verbally.

The fact that she plans to greet him with beat downs and things of that nature make Clint less inclined to go find her or tell her where he is. No one wants that. Plus she could be chemically unbalanced. ] That's oddly specific.

Right. Of course. Because that's not how a kidnapping goes down. I'm in front of a fountain. If you try to take me out then you should know I'm armed.

[onteamdyson]

[Aw dang, she can't help it. She smirks. Stupid Clint. Stupid... totally missing him. Stupid-- ... fuck. Worse news can wait. Not only does she have to break down all the bad news, she's obviously got to re-introduce herself.]

Yeah, yeah. I know. Bow and arrows. Deadly government assassin. Expert marksman, blah blah. I got it. I'm gonna be unarmed and I'll see you in a few minutes.

[She doesn't bother covering the communicator as she makes her way out of the house and towards the center of town. He can see her coming, it's fine, it's just Clint. She's a little distracted with the heaviness settling in the pit of her stomach. Half of it is the fact that he has no idea who she is, and the other half is dreading the inevitable Phil conversation. When she gets there, she stops about ten feet away from him and crosses her arms over her chest.]

... Hey.

[greatatboats]

[ Wait. Bows and arrows. Deadly government assassin. Goddammit. Did everyone know what he was capable of? This was starting to be less amusing and more annoying. He was really not sure what to think about this girl. She knew things and that meant danger in his line of work. He's also a little bit pouty that she didn't let him do the bow and arrow intimidation.

He makes damn sure to watch the communicator and pinpoint which direction she could possibly be coming from. None of the landmarks look familiar, but once she starts to get closer to the surrounding area he can figure it out. He already starts to turn in her direction. If shit went down he was going to be prepared for anything.

His hand has already dipped into the pocket of his pants. Tape. All he has is fucking tape. He had been labeling his arrows when things went fuzzy. Least he had some of his gear. ] You're actually smaller than I imagined. Amazing.

[onteamdyson]

And you're actually more obnoxious than I remember. Fan-freakin'-tastic. [SO THERE! Short jokes. Pffft. Don't even start on the short jokes, you putz.]

You have no idea where you are, do you. [It's less a question and more a sad realization.] And you have no idea who I am. Hopefully you have no idea who Sharon is, because you don't want any of that. [All encompassing hand gesture goes here.]

[greatatboats]

[ Being called obnoxious is not something he's unfamiliar with. Natasha has said it on more than on occasion and Coulson was never pleased when he tried to beatbox over the comm lines during ops. They got boring and Clint had the attention span of a child most days. That was all done though. The big C was outta the picture and Clint still hated to think about it.

Clint frowns though when she starts listing off the things he's not familiar with here. He doesn't know Sharon or who she is. None of it makes sense to him at all. ] Who are you to me? [ He's going out on a limb here because she does know very specific information about him. ]

[onteamdyson]

... A friend. [Her voice is firm, but her expression softens. Not gonna lie... this shit hurts.]

We were roomies until you disappeared. You lived in the attic. I'm Kenzi.

[greatatboats]

[ Clint's not great with emotional moments. This definitely feels like it's on the verge of being emotional. It's especially bad when he can't remember the girl at all. This is ten times worse than a one night stand tracking him down for a heart to heart. ] Makes sense. It's high up. I prefer a vantage point.

I'd introduce myself, but you already seem to know me. [ He crosses his arms and shifts his stance. ]>/small> Are you gonna cry?

[onteamdyson]

[Is she gonna--] NO!

[But she is gonna close the distance between them and smack him in the perfectly-toned arm! Ow. Dang. Okay, that backfired a little. She glares at him for a while, hands on her hips.]


... Ugh. Just-- come on. You might as well stay up there until you get this shit sorted out. We can fill you in and stuff. You can go gather your recon or secret agent the hell out of people. Whatever.

[Just come with her, you idiot, because she missed you even if you don't remember her and she misses the hell out of Phil and she's tugging on your wrist trying to drag you back home. Literally.]

I AM SWITCHING TENSES BECAUSE I AM HIGH ON VICODIN AND I GIVE UP ON PRESENT!

[greatatboats]

[ Fuck. She's mad. He's managed to tense up moments before she makes contact on the slapping of his arm. Why is this people's response when they're irritated with him? Slapping is not for adults, guys. It's silly, but he does see the effectiveness so he can't outlaw it completely. If she wasn't the size of a toddler he'd hit back. It has nothing to do with her being a girl at all. Natasha hits like a powerhouse so fighting back isn't hard for him to fathom.

Might as well? Way to invite a guy to live with you. He might as well do a little bit of coke as well, but he's not jumping on that bandwagon. You need to ask someone to move in with more conviction and not make it seem like it's a chore. ] I'm not James Bond, Kenzi. SHIELD is cooler than MI6.

[ Fuck James Bond. He's dumb. SHIELD is better and Clint is a much better agent. ] Recon? Who taught you this stuff? [ Look. He's going. He's walking. Not so hard. ]