◉ Video + Action

[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.]

Comments

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" ]

[brokencopy]

[B has extremely good eyesight, in fact.]

What if I don't like pizza?

[vagabond_code]

[Clint has pocketed the coupon, for safe keeping, and now he's alphabetizing a handful of cards. His Avengers ID, which he has finally located but sadly by this point has no-one to show it to, he slips into the front of the wallet where there's a transparent viewing-rectangle thing. All the better to flash at a moment's notice.]

[brokencopy]

What does the F stand for?

[vagabond_code]

[But he's already bored of that, which maybe explains why his wallet keeps getting to be in such a mess in the first place. Whatever he hasn't sorted he shoves in the place where the money is supposed to go because let's face it, there's plenty of space there.]

text.

[brokencopy]

[Odd, it's almost as if he isn't hear- Oh. Right. He did take something out of his ears, didn't he.]

What does the F stand for?

also text.

[vagabond_code]

Francis?

[ It seemed sort of like a prove-you-are-Clint-Barton question, and he'd been expecting a few of those. ]

text.

[brokencopy]

Are you unsure of that?

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[vagabond_code]

No, I'm pretty sure. Clint Francis Barton. Why? That's like the least important part.

[brokencopy]

You phrased your answer as a question. That makes you seem uncertain about it.

[vagabond_code]

You could jus' be picking up on the questions I got about everythin' else. Y'know, all the spaceship wackiness.

[brokencopy]

No, I'm reasonably certain I'm picking up on the question mark you used in your answer.

[vagabond_code]

Reasonably certain. See, it's going around.

[brokencopy]

At least 99 percent certain.