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[worldsbestmarksman]

[Here's Clint with a pair of bird slippers - the problem is, these bird slippers are ...flying.

That's right. Accidental video is go as the entire barge is treated to one SHIELD agent trying to grab for the slippers which have decided to roost on the top of the top of a hotel issue bookshelf peering down at him. Bird slippers, who knew?

The dilemma is, that once he does catch them - climbing down with an amused look on his face he grins, standing.]

Hey, to whoever gave me the slippers thanks. [Dry look] They're cute but how are they doing that? Because honestly -

[He gets no farther however as his eyes roll back into his head and he drops with a thud to the floor, Someone has achieved coma status folks.]


[Coma'd for the month until I can canon-review. Whoever comes to find him will find his door miraculously open and his bow and arrows locked up tight.]

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[There really wasn't much to do on this ship, so to Blonsky, a stroll through a random hallway seemed as good of an idea as anything else for a way to pass the time. He could call it keeping watch, but then again, nothing ever really happen-

THUD.

Blonsky hears the sound amplified and turns quickly. Within a moment he's found the source - only two doors behind him - and quickly surveys the scene. It tells him nothing beyond flying slippers exist now. A coma seems all the damage done and, spotting the communicator still recording, he quickly picks it up and continues the broadcast.]

I'm bringing him down to the infirmary. If that's not the usual protocol for this, then someone get here quick and stop me, but I'm not leaving him here.

[Cuts feed, then lifts Clint into his arms and begins carrying him out.]