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cape_kore2013-03-08 10:42 pm
greatatboats) wrote in cape_kore2013-03-08 10:42 pm
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.
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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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.]
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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. ]
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We were roomies until you disappeared. You lived in the attic. I'm Kenzi.
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I'd introduce myself, but you already seem to know me. [ He crosses his arms and shifts his stance. ]>/small> Are you gonna cry?
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[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!
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. ]