001. [Accidental Video]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[This video should be private to Natasha. She gets a ping on her communicator, but it goes out to the barge at large. It should be but it's not because Clint is exhausted and looks - and smells - like he's been living in a tree for a couple of days. The big thing however is that he's dressed in a distinctly purple outfit (not that bad, but. but.) he has an extremely impressive combat bow slung in one hand.

And he is standing over a bear. It's at an awkward angle but there's a thing buried in it's side right between the ribs. Quick death. It's a big bear.

For clint's part there is also a very deep scratch running from one shoulder to his chest but he seems utterly oblivious to it.]

Hey so, remember Bolivia and the guy who was keeping captive animals to use as "cleaners" for his drug business? How did we dispose of the corpses again or was that Coulson?

[He suddenly misses Coulson. Reaching a hand down he pats the bear's head, picking up the communicator.] Also is that a regular thing or what? I really don't want to have to use my arrows to take down perpetually pissed off animals thanks, I mean this might have been a mom or she might have had a severe case of PMS or Cabin Fever or...

[That little public light is blinking. Clint ignores it.] I dunno, you want a bearskin rug? It seems a shame to waste it.

[Honestly at this point it's probably the bloodloss that's keeping him from noticing this is a public video. Those cuts are deep.]


[The post is subsequently locked private, but Clint will still take responses to it. they just might be, really grumpy responses.]

Comments

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

[Seriously Clint put that away.]

After. [AUGH this is infuriating. What the hell happens in Colorado Clint, she is making such an effort not to ask.]

You can go hunting again after you get that gauge looked at. You're bleeding. A lot.

[Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Glare] Yes mom.

How'd you make out during that whatever that was anyway?

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

[Whatever she's rolling her eyes at him.]

That was a flood. [She thinks. She's never seen it affect the Barge and not them, really.] And I kept busy. [So much adventure, but she's still looking in good condition because she was not treed by a bear. And also managed to shower.]

Re: [Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Ah. okay. So that's a flood.] I thought they just affected people?

...would have been cool if I turned into a bear.

[Who else but Clint Barton.] By the way, I should have told you this but you know you can use my room and my stuff at any time right?

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

I thought so too, but I have no idea what else that could have been.

[...Clint. She is just giving him a look. But it fades because that offer, oh God. she's tired of sleeping in empty cabins and working on avoiding running into Omar when she does and some of the stiffness is fading from her shoulders.]

Mind if I set up a cot?

Re: [Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

Just get the admiral to set up a second bed. Or whatever you feel comfortable with.

[and he looks...really tired] Have I told you how upset I am again that you're an inmate? Because it bears repeating.

Shower too. And bathrooms.

Re: [Private]

[persuadeyou]

I appreciate the sentiment. [But. She can't say she doesn't deserve it because every time she walks into her room, it's a slap in the face and a very hard reminder of what she's done.]

You really should get to the infirmary. [Because it is easier to focus on that than to talk about herself, right?]

[Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Clint just stares] I got some guy coming to get me. You and Steve grab someone from the kitchen.

And I am counting on you to save me that skin. I had one when I was a kid. Barney used to try and scare me with it when we were...smaller.

[Yep it is a good thing Clint is having someone come rescue him because he never talks about his brother unless he is nearly incapacitated or drunk.]

...Sorry I blew my cover. So much for trying to find a way off this rock.

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

[Oh Christ, Dick better get there fast, Clint stop talking. :c] I'll make sure, don't worry.

[And a pause, but then she's smiling just a little.] We knew you weren't great at the undercover stuff. Stark's been trying to blow my cover anyway. It's okay.

Re: [Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

I am a spotter. that's what I do. You're the one who selects the targets.

You want me to shoot him for it?

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

No. But I might want to borrow your bow some time. [She takes care of her own business. But she's joking. Mostly. She respects Tony, but his inability to filter drives her nuts.]

Re: [Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

I've got an arsenal under the desk. Password is 063087. [assume some significant number to Clint here.] Help yourself.

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

[Oh thank God. What did she do without you, Clint. Brb arming herself. And dragging her mattress to his room in the dead of night or something.]

I'll try not to wipe you out.

Re: [Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Best. Warden. Ever.]

You don't deserve to be here as an inmate. Going to say it again. People like us just do what we have to. There are no other...motivations.

I'm gonna sit here against this tree. Just-keep me posted if you need anything.

Re: [Private]

[persuadeyou]

[Srsly she is absurdly glad he's here, now. But she is going to just...bypass what he's saying about her. Because a big part of her agrees, but obviously someone else doesn't. And she can't change it, so why waste time on it?]

Let me know when you're out of the infirmary.

Re: [Private]

[worldsbestmarksman]

Yes ma'am.