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[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint "a Hawkeye" Barton and yous guys
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: This evening

[Clint begins his broadcast with his hearing aids in, but the result is a series of false starts where it’s obvious from the wincing and the head-turning that he’s dealing with some sort of loud or high-pitched feedback. It isn’t long before he ditches them - rips them off and pockets them - and starts over again. lips it is, then ]

Alright this isn’t going to be a big thing - I just want to put my face out there.

[And he pauses, counting out the seconds for whoever might be looking to take a look at their beep-machines and catch sight of him.]

Oh, and to whoever brought us here, nice ship. Also, you’ve got some balls, kidnapping someone who carries one of these in his wallet:

[Casually, meaningfully, accidentally, he produces a blockbuster membership card, with the printed name Clinton F. Barton and a signature. When he catches his mistake he tosses the card down out of frame and the camera catches him thumbing through the inside of his wallet. Following that, the sound of him mumbling:]

Futzing Avengers ID, never around when you… [He trails off. The feed doesn’t.]

[A little later, sitting wherever there’s a seat to be claimed aboard the Marsiva, he’ll be found picking cards out of his wallet and tossing them down onto a table. Reorganizing, dismissing some, yet the cards that he doesn’t tuck back into their leathery hideaway are all landing corner-to-corner in a perfect even pile.

A little later, you might catch him sprawled out and napping. Because he naps. He’s a napper.]

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[takeabow]

Wow. Thank god you have those credentials.

What even is that?

[vagabond_code]

Blockbuster Video! VHS! Charlie Chaplin?

Ghostbusters? Dog Cops!

No?

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[mucked]

[ another rookie. fresh on the boat, as it were. peggy watches his initial struggle, but doesn't understand it. she can't begin to fathom why he first is -- and then eventually isn't -- sticking things in his ears.

she's about to open her mouth and chastise a stranger for his wallet-based hubris, but then it's all blue and yellow and (alarmingly) he mutters one of the few words that might make her pause. who cares what a blockbuster is, because he then says avengers: a word not learned until she came here, and began to unpack what happened to comrades decades distant from her. ]

Club cards can't help you now, I'm afraid.

[ if her tone is gentle, then that's only because curiousity has made it so. ]

[vagabond_code]

An' you'd be an expert on things that help, wouldja?

[He wasn't being rude, but curious.]

[neverknight]

Honestly I'm just impressed you were sitting on that.

[With all those cards in there, that thing must have been a brick. Thank the Force he comes from a galaxy where men were never forced to endure such hardships.]

[vagabond_code]

You laugh but it shaves literally seconds off my three-point-check.

[A ritual that surely transcends the barriers of space and time]

[resnipstance]

[Clint Barton, meet teenage alien girl.]

Am I supposed to recognize that?

[vagabond_code]

Not this one -- there's another one, a better one. Jus' wait. The trouble is they make it out of this space-agey plastic that's spose'ta be basically indestructable, but it sticks to the back of every -- damn --

You know what? Forget it. Avengers. I'm an Avenger.

[sandhate]

[ squinting. so much squinting. ]

You think this... is a nice ship?

[ what are priorities ]

[vagabond_code]

We're not tied up, there's a kitchen. No-one has shot at us yet. I don't smell any funky smells.

So far, so nice.

[What are priorities.]

voice because he's a jerk

[brokencopy]

[A Blockbuster card? How strangely ordinary. He notes the name displayed on the card, because details are important, and B has a mind finely attuned for such details.]

What exactly is an Avengers ID good for?

[vagabond_code]

[Clint keeps thumbing through his wallet. Flickflickflick. Eventually he pulls out another card as if he's about to answer the question, and actually looks triumphant for a moment! And if the guy on the screen has extremely good eyesight he might just be able to make out the words plastered on the rectangular scrap of card-stock in exciting and friendly letters. "free pizza" ]

[touchofrogue]

[Blockbuster? Really?

...also, Clint?] Blockbuster? How long have ya had that card?

[vagabond_code]

You gonna poke fun at me too? It was supposed to be my Avengers ID. I'm like the world's... sixth-favorite Avenger. That's gotta have some pull.

[The Rogue-style haircut didn't escape his notice, but this wasn't Rogue's face. The co-incidence seemed, at this point, like nothing much more than a curiosity.]

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[truthvalue]

It's not the worst place you could end up after being kidnapped.

[Souji's smile is thin, like he's trying to make a joke out of something that isn't really all that funny.]

Are you all right?

[vagabond_code]

Yeah, you know. Same old breaks and bruises, no new ones I don't think.

[But that question prompts him to touch hand to what should be an ugly purple welt on his arm, and when there isn't any pain he realizes for the first time that there's no bruise, either. There are bandages on just about every part of his body, but the more he investigates the more he finds that at this point they're purely cosmetic. So he does what any sane person would do. He starts to slowly peel them off.]

Okay, how long have I been out?

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[survivalistcookbook]

Woah.

[Eugene's half-grinning at that particular blast from the past, fully aware that his reply is either a vicious burn or a completely earnest guess.]

So they grabbed you out of the . . . what, nineties? Early aughts?

[vagabond_code]

Hey, Blockbuster is due for a come-back any day now. Just wait.

[So yeah he took it as a jab. He hasn't yet figured out they're grabbing people from across time as well as space.]

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[survives]

Maybe you should put it somewhere else if it's that important. And if you have that many of them!

[A pause.] What does an ID have to do with getting kidnapped anyway?

[vagabond_code]

They're all important, that's why I keep --

[Actually, there was no defending this position. In his heart of hearts he knew there had to be some sort of relative importance at work in there if chaos was to be avoided. A coupon for Pizza Joes was nothing to turn your nose up at, true - the man made a mean slice - but maybe he should have put his driver's license up in front of it, and his Avenger's ID card ahead of that. Maybe alphabetize them.]

It's a warning, kinda. People should know what they're getting themselves in for don't you think?

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[imahologram]

Your organization hands out ID cards?

[THAT SEEMS LIKE A TERRIBLE IDEA TO THIS REBEL.]

[vagabond_code]

Yours doesn't?

Action - Marsiva

[monolike]

[As a person who frequently passes out facedown on whatever he's reading, Sorey can appreciate the artistry that comes with napping comfortably in a new location. He's been there a while too, impressive.

This isn't about that though. Rather, a bunch of them are going to try the food and this man doesn't seem to have any company, so he might find it nice to eat with someone else on his first day here. Sorey's got Mikleo (even if most of the others can't see him) so his heart goes out to anybody dealing with this alone.

So before heading to the cafeteria area he stoops and reaches out to shake Clint awake gently.]

Excuse me? Sir?

Naps. Naaaaps.

[vagabond_code]

[Clint made a grumpyish clumsyish attempt to push the boy's arm away, but the damage to his nap had been done. He hadn't been very deep asleep in the first place, so the waking world had an easy time intruding, and then outright invading, and within seconds Clint was shifting to support the weight of his upper body on his elbows and looking at the boy with a somewhat baffled expression.]

Issit a fire?

[Because, well, it's not like he'd be able to hear the alarms.]

[video]

[delincuente]

[Alex gives a laugh at the Blockbuster card.]

Woah, man, you've got your own? You must be a hit in the third grade.

[vagabond_code]

Oh yeah? Alright, watch this.

[A few moments of shuffling his shoulders, of shaking the circulation into his hands, of turning his head until he gets a few of those satisfying popping noises, and he's ready. It doesn't take long to produce a quarter from his wallet. He tosses the wallet onto the floor at his feet. He then displays the quarter to her in his right hand, raises his eyebrows, and finally shifts his focus to the hand with the coin.
Bringing his hands together, following the path of the coin from right hand to left with his eyes and the movement of his head, he palms the coin in his right hand while miming transferring it to the fingers of his left. Of course, he keeps the backs of his hands to her at all times. but when he blows a puff of air at his left hand and explodes its fingers out, he simultaneously reveals the coin to have been in his right hand all along. He gives the girl a grin.]

You bet.

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[redactions]

... Barton?

[ You know. Just checking. ]

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[vagabond_code]

[Without his hearing aids in, and without a video feed to catch sight of, Clint has no idea that he's being spoken to. He continues to stand there and rifle through his cards and dolla dolla bills, flickflickflick.]

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[digthefuzz]

Dude! Is that a blockbuster? Totally cool!

[Have a blue man from an ancient and far-off time, aka the days before Netflix...]

[vagabond_code]

[A blockbuster... card? Somehow getting this much of a positive reaction was almost worse than being criticized. It was definitely creepier.]

Thanks, I guess. Hey, can you back up a sec? Jus' like, three or four steps.

[Far enough that I can see your tail, and fuzzies, and... ]

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[unbearablynaive]

[Well, well, if it isn't Clint Barton. A slightly different-looking one than he knows, perhaps, but that's hardly unusual in this place. The Vision wonders if this Clint knows him or not. Probably not, if he's from 2013.]

Did you ever find the proper ID card?

[vagabond_code]

Yeeeaa---- here.

[Right there in the front of his wallet, with a viewing window. Bam.]

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[There is one particular word that this newcomer utters that stops Wanda in her tracks, causing her to go back and turn on the video feed on her own communicator.]

Did you say "Avengers?"

[vagabond_code]

That's right!

[At last, the fruit of his labors, he actually has the card now and he shows it to her a little too eagerly. Not because of any pride in the organization, but because he was scared he'd have cleaned his wallet out for nothing.]

Avengers! I'm an Avenger!

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[enshields]

[He's an observant kind of guy, so. Things that get noticed: the hearing aids, the name (the signature, which is almost identical) and the fact that this unequivocally not the Barton he knows. Alternate universes are fast becoming his least favourite thing.]

Barton, it's Rogers. Enjoying Atroma's hospitality?

[He says that just carefully enough to be familiar, but he's not exactly jumping the gun to give anything away, either. They can work things out as they go.]

Suspicious text;

[vagabond_code]

You guys have got to come around to the fact that just throwing that name around isn't going to get you anywhere.

Not without proof.

[Which was to say that someone had already tried this very thing, and he'd turned out not to be Steve Rogers after all.]

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[reconstitution]

[ Squint. ]

What is 'Blockbuster'?

[ No, no.. There are more pressing issues at hand, ad Winter sobers quickly. ]

You're associated with the Avengers?

[vagabond_code]

Yes?

[In fact, by some accounts, he'd help to found them. But given that he'd already established this fact with a man with that very same face, the question -- the second one -- phased him for a moment.]