cape_kore | 002 | Phil Coulson

[ Really...that's the best you got Paul Bunyan? Clint rolls his eyes as he watches the other man study the stone box. ] 've won all the archery contests there is. [ And was banned from several carnivals that had to deal with shooting things. :| ]

So your magical power is adamantium blades? Color me unimpressed. [ Clint shifts a little before hanging upside down on the edge of the box. Acting pretty much like a kid with ADD at this point in the conversation as he folds his arms in front of his chest. ] Why don't you try breakin' it open with your thick ass head there, mutton chops? It might work.

[Phil's a little more impressed than Clint is, but he's not going to admit that. Adamantium claws? Pretty impressive, actually.]

It's obviously not regular anything. [He knocks on it with his knuckles.] Might help if we could figure out what any of this means.

[He looks to Logan's hand.] Doesn't that hurt?

[If Hawkeye and the SHIELD agent thought that his claws were the only thing he had, he'd let them scoff. He liked playing his cards close to his chest, keep some surprises for later.]

No needa be so jealous, Hawk, jus' cause I've got a skill useful outside of the medieval ages. [He muttered quietly, shooting Burton a little smirk, and turned his attention back to Coulson.

He slipped the claws away, the cuts healing closed instantly, something he made sure to flaunt a little in front of Coulson, and Hawkeye was Hawkeye, he knew the sniper wouldn't have missed spotting that little trick. He gives Coulson a nod in response to his question with a gruff affirmative 'mm'.]

So what's with the noises comin' from it? [He asked as yet another soft cry reached his ears. There was no mistaking that it was coming from the stone.]

[ Clint would actually defend his archery to the death, Logan. Stop poking fun at it. The archer flexed his hands a bit as he hung upside down on the edge of the box still, not really moving from where he was. ]

Wanna put that up to the test, little fella? [ His archery against your...whatever. He doubts the guy could beat him in an accuracy match. Clint's already running probabilities in his mind even though he knows next to nothing about the guy in front of him. He wasn't even sure about his name. Clint had been more focused on hiding and getting more footing in where they were then the meet 'n greet. ]

Sounds like screaming if you press your ear against the box...or the ocean. I haven't differentiated exactly. [ Clint knocks his fist on the box with an annoyed look on his face. ]

Barton, I don't want to know what kind of beaches you're going to. [He rolls his eyes. If this turns into dick-measuring contest, he's walking away.]

I figure either there's a person trapped in there or it's a recording. There's really no way to tell. For all I know, there's a bomb in there.

[Logan gave Clint a challenging curled smile.] What? You wanna spar, or somethin'? [He asked, sounding a strange mix between extremely amused and interested. It would help pass the time and, once again, put Hawkeye in his place, and god did he love doing that.]

[Logan waved a dismissive hand at them when they mentioned pressing their ears against the box.] Yea, I can hear it from here... maybe you should get your ears checked, Hawk.

If you think it's a bomb, why not just push it into the sea?

People scream at beaches, sir. They screamed in JAWS.

[ Clint shrugged from where he was, holding a similar challenging smile that Logan had on his face. Clint wasn't exactly looking for a fight...well, not really. Clint's always looking for a fight. ] I dunno...maybe, mutton chops. Depends.

Not everyone here is super...whatever the fuck you are. But normal people don't have superhearing. [ Clint was annoyed. A little fed up. The idea of pushing the box into the ocean irked him beyond belief he found himself reaching for his gun just to wave in the other man's face. ] I think we'd know if it was a bomb.

[Phil can't say he'd stop them from pushing the box into the ocean.]

I wasn't aware that you were a bomb-sniffing dog, Agent Barton.

[He stands a little stiffer. This is about the last thing he needs right now. He's about an inch from telling Clint to stand down as he shoots Logan an apologetic look.]

[Logan snorted in laughter.] Depends?

I guess it'd look kinda bad if you ended up in the infirmary after bein' here less than a week, huh?

I was actually referring to being able to tell the difference between screamin' and the ocean, bub.

[It was all fun and games and teasing until Clint's hand moved for his gun, the faint sound of fingers brushing lightly against hard metal made Logan's ears prick up. Instinct swiftly took over from there, his hackles rising as he gave Barton a low warning growl, claws slipping back out with a smooth snikt.]

You gonna shoot me, Hawk? [He challenged him.] Can't say it'd be the first time I'd've seen you do something completely uncalled for an' stupid. [He snarled goadingly at Clint.]

Depends if you push my buttons the way ya are now, buddy.

[ Clint looked...rather annoyed more than anything else at this point. Even more than he thought he should be at this moment. ]

Who says 'll be the one goin' to the infirmary, bub? [ Don't really goad him...Clint does deal well with challenges, Wolvie. He takes it all as a challenge...or something of the like. The assassin narrowed his eyes at Logan, almost forgetting his handler's presence when the both of them were going at it like they were. Phil should know by now. Clint never backed away from a fight.

Especially from guy's like him. Clint's hand moved on his handgun quicker than most people would think, not even really thinking when he assumedly put the bullet in the other man's skull. There wasn't satisfaction in watching Logan drop, the bullet still bouncing off the other man's skull, then off the box before embedding in the ground right before Phil's feet. All of which causing Clint to flinch a little before he dropped to the ground gracefully -- still holding the gun in his hand.

Well...guess the guy did have a thick skull after all. Huh. ]

[Phil also can't say it would be the first stupid thing he'd seen Clint do, nor would it be the last.

He watches the exchange with a sick sense of discomfort, his own gun drawn and trained on Clint before he's even thinking about it as he watches the bullet hit the ground. He never thought he'd have to draw a gun on his friend, but there you go.]

Drop it, Agent Barton, and stand down.

[Logan had super human sense, but it didn't mean he'd be dodging a bullet point blank, what it did mean was that he saw and registered Hawkeye reach for the gun and fire, and got a good look at the bullet right before it clanged into his skull. And there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

He was out cold immediately, the impact knocking him out and leaving a streak of metal skull exposed.

His skin healed slowly, creeping back over the exposed metal bone, and half a second after Logan was conscious and dealing with the worst ringing in his ears ever. Everything came back to him pretty quickly and the voices of the two men slowly filtered in and the ringing eased away.

He stayed put, eyes closed, quietly breathing. At first, it was just to collect his thoughts, but then, well... he really just wanted to teach Barton a lesson.]

[ Clint would've noticed the skin slowly knitting back together if he didn't listen to his handler's orders...or studied Coulson's body language. He dropped the handgun to the ground after setting on the safety before kicking it over to his boss. Hands going up automatically into the air as he stood over the other man before poking his chest a little with his foot.

Fuck...he killed him.

Fuck, his SHIELD wasn't here to clean up another Clinton Francis Barton mess.

Well...Coulson was here. ]

...it was meant to be a warning shot. [ Not really. Clint never missed. ] You think he's dead, sir?

[Phil rests his foot on the dropped gun. He's not taking any chances, because he knows exactly how good Clint is.]

Okay, one, warning shots shouldn't be aimed at fucking heads. Two, you don't fire a warning shot at someone who you are working with. Three, refer to number one for extra reinforcement.

[This is not his best day and he's not inclined to take his eyes off the agent who just shot someone in the head.]

Logan, are you still alive? [Because Phil's pretty sure this will be hard to cover up if he isn't.]

[Logan waited, kept still, hoping Clint would come closer. Just as he'd expected, Hawkeye couldn't resist coming to check his kill. He felt the nudge of Clint's foot. Mistake, Legolas.

He heard Coulson ask him something. He didn't need to answer, he'd know in a second anyway.

In one swift movement, he had Clint's ankle in a vice grip and yanked back hard as he sat up quickly and pounced, sending Clint off balance and tackling him to the ground. With a snarl he had his claws out, pressed to Barton's throat.]

I wonder if you'll get back up as fast if I give you my version of a 'warning shot'?

[He hovered for a moment longer, pressing the points of his claws against Clint's throat just shy of breaking the skin. He let up with a dangerous smirk, looking way too amused for a guy who'd just been shot at, and got to his feet.]

He was gettin' on my damn nerves, boss. [ Clint wasn't checking his kill as much as he was just making sure...yeah he was checking his kill. Sometimes there was a slight fascination with it. But typically, Clint just left well enough alone. He was a sniper...he didn't waltz on over when he shot everybody.

The archer gave a surprised yelp when Logan's hand wrapped around his ankle before dropping to the ground and trying to pull away from the other man. He lifted his head up, glaring up at Logan with an annoyed look on his face. ]

I dunno...I might. [ He flashed the other man a cocky grin, wincing a little as the claws brushed against his neck. Clint pushed himself to his feet, brushing himself off and offering the other man another glare as he sidled himself next to Phil, folding his arms in front of his chest. ]

[Phil doesn't look particularly amused.]

When you two are done measuring your dicks, let me know if you want to do anything with this giant cube that fell out of the sky.

[He turns and walks to the other side of the cube, leaving Clint's gun on the ground. He's too old for this.]

[Logan is mostly amused. Sure, he got himself shot in the face, but that meant that he'd ruffled the Hawk's feathers and that always made things worthwhile.]

I still say get Banner to throw it into the ocean.

[ Why does Clint feel like he's some kid who got his hand smacked and told to go into the corner, right now? He moves, grabbing his gun and putting it away. Looking between climbing up on the box again or shuffling after his boss.

It was actually the debate that was going through his mind as he crossed his arms. ]

Somehow, I don't think Banner would go for that. Deep dark secrets...people unrealistically reacting to his...[ He paused for a moment. That French woman...he wasn't going to say anything more that could be overheard from anyone else. ] I say we leave it. Deal with it when it starts being a danger rather than nipping it in the bud now. [ He's already inching towards the way Phil had made his exit stage left after their big showdown. ]

002 | Phil Coulson | [Video]

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