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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.]

Comments

[unbearablynaive]

[He'll take that as a "no" in the recognition department. Ah, well.]

Ah, very good. Have the other Avengers present contacted you yet? There are a number already here.

[vagabond_code]

[Clint recognizes the Vision, of course, but he recognizes him so well and with so little doubt that he doesn't feel the need to probe. It was possible that there was another red and green android who would have a vested interest in Clint confirming his own identity, but the odds on that were slim to none on a ship where Clint had already learned about an alternative Rogue, and a Winter Soldier with a different face.]

A couple - how many of us are there?

[unbearablynaive]

[Given that most of the people here from his own version of the timeline don't even know him, well....]

Agent Romanoff, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, and two of Captain America. Loki is also around, but it appears he's been behaving himself for the moment.

[vagabond_code]

That many of us and you haven't gone home yet?

[Maybe he'd underestimated their captors, but whoever they were he was certain that the Avengers had fought worse, and won.]

[unbearablynaive]

I understand Mr. Stark's working on it. I can confirm we're either outside Heimdall's range or the Bifrost's range, though it's unclear which. Evidence points to our being in an entirely different galaxy.

[Because you bet the first thing he did was call on Asgard when he got here....]

Love your voice by the way.

[vagabond_code]

If there's any way I can help from here...

:D ty!!

[unbearablynaive]

At the moment, observation is our most valuable tool. Anything you can learn about where we are will help us devise a way back. Until then, I strongly recommend supporting the crew of whatever ship you're assigned to; there are valuable allies to be made.

Did you receive the Security augment? [It seems like the obvious choice for Clint, but Atroma has an odd sense of humor.]

[vagabond_code]

They didn't give me anythin' yet. I'll let you know if they do. What frequency are you on?

[unbearablynaive]

[Luckily, the Windrose actually has a communications officer now, so they can send encrypted transmissions. The Vision sends a text with all of his contact information.]

You should be assigned to your own ship within the week. I am stationed on the Windrose as engineer, and Agent Romanoff is our captain.

[vagabond_code]

That a warning or an invitation?

[He kids, he kids.]

[unbearablynaive]

[It gets a smile, either way.]

You're welcome to visit if you're assigned elsewhere.

[vagabond_code]

Windrose, you got it. I'll be there with bells on.

[The feed cut off at that point, but after a few seconds Clint appeared again, closer this time. His face almost filled up the frame. He said: ]

But not actual bells.

[And disconnected.]

text;

[unbearablynaive]

We'll look forward to seeing you.