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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[gloryisbullshit]

Yer stupid. [Peering, judging. It's an intense look.] Stark like Tony Stark? Stark like Mister Stark?

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[onteamdyson]

Nat's gone. Tony's around, but this isn't his fault. And you are in a ridiculously sick amount of trouble.

[Check this glare, Clint freakin' Barton. You're gonna get it.] If you don't remember me, I'm going to kick your ass.

[reluctantsword]

Are you a friend of Tony's?

[Wallie's smile is easy enough, curious, sympathetic.]

He's innocent. We're not sure who's guilty, actually.

[greatatboats]

[ Clint's completely gong to disregard the stupid comment because this guy has just called Tony--Mister Stark. A laugh erupts from the archer as he bows his head. ] Did he instruct you guys to call him that? Typical. [ He's completely forgotten this is a stranger. It's just too funny. ]

[greatatboats]

[ Glares are easy. He gets them on a daily basis from Natasha and he used to get them from Clint. Fury's aren't technically glares. Or maybe--are they still glares if he only has one eye? Whatever. Hill glares at him plenty. Yet her glare is actually enough to make Clint uncomfortable.

His head immediately jerks back and he struggles to find words. Wow. It's like being disciplined in school or something. ] You're a very violent individual. [ Yeah. He's got no clue who this chick is. ] You don't even know where I am so that threat means nothing.

[gloryisbullshit]

He did, actually. Fuckin prick.

So you're Clint. Clint like Barton, Clint. Clint like Hawkeye, Clint.

[greatatboats]

I think friend is kind of the wrong word to use. Associate works better.

[ He's not going to lump himself into the friend category regarding Tony Stark. He mostly didn't like the guy, but that was just based off what he heard from Nat when she was assigned to him in Malibu.

This guy seems to have some answers and that makes Clint very happy. He smiles almost relieved to have gotten into contact with someone who didn't act ridiculous. ] He's not innocent, but I'll let that slide. So where the hell am I?

[facilitated]

Woah, woah hold up.

[ When her video switches on there's a brief, view of someone clearly hanging upside down off the edge of something, but it quickly turns the right way round as she rolls over, and taps the communicator quickly to get his attention. ]

Hey, you. New guys! Dude with the sweet bow, yeah you! You know how to use that thing?

[onteamdyson]

Thank you. [She still looks pretty serious and definitely has a bad feeling about this.] Yeah? Well you can either tell me where you are and get half a beatdown, or I can come find you and you get all that and a bag of chips. Does this sound good to you? Because when I say sick amount of trouble, I mean this trouble is so sick it's gotta call an ambulance for a ride to the ER.

... Or you could just follow the path to the lighthouse and meet me outside. Whatevs. [Because she's pretty sure you don't remember where you live.]

[greatatboats]

That is exactly what I say. Him and that stupid facial hair monstrosity that he calls--[ Ready for some air quotes? ] classy. It's gross looking.

[ Clint takes a breath and a second to look around once more. His gaze falls back down to the communicator. ] Yeah, but without as many likes. Did I become internet famous again? You're involved in one sex tape and suddenly--

[reluctantsword]

Well, this is Cape Kore. Beyond that, it's hard to say. There's an assortment of people here, different places, different times. There's, um.

[He shakes his head. Wallie doesn't have a clue as to where to begin with this mess.]

Well, it's a bit complicated. I'm Wallie, by the way.

[greatatboats]

[ 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. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

All it take is one, mama. Might as well take advantage, though. Long as yer gonna be here a while--and you are gonna be here a while--you can start on your line of scents.

[facilitated]

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.

[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.

[greatatboats]

[ Being called mama definitely makes Clint purse his lips. He'll roll with it though. Different strokes for different folks. He's not one to hate--unless your name is Tony Stark. ] I don't know what that even means.

[greatatboats]

[ A name of the town is good. That means he can figure out a way of getting in touch with Fury or Nat. Though if Tony is here then that means the guy has probably exhausted most ways of getting out. That's deeply unsettling. The fact that he's supposed to be a genius, but he can't even get out of this joint. Not good.

Clint nods when the man introduces himself. It takes a moment before he decides to just take a chance here. It seemed they were in the same boat. ] I'm Clint. How long you been here, Wallie?

[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.

[reluctantsword]

About a month, I think. Give or take.

[Has it been that long already? Yikes. That's kind of disheartening, when he has to think about it. It might be self-deceptive to avoid it, but it's easier to deal with, somehow.]

I wish I had some better news for you than this, I do.

[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.

[greatatboats]

[ 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. ]

[facilitated]

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?

[manofiron]

Hey! Excuse you. Why is it my fault? Maybe it's someone else's fault. There's like, I don't know, billions of people in the world. Just because something goes wrong doesn't mean I've got anything to do with it. Don't you go sending Romanoff after me.

[ He sounds bitchy and argumentative, but he's grinning a little too much to really sell it. ]

[mentis]

Your teeth are fine.

[ Amusement, maybe? He likes not being the only vain person around. ]

[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.]