CLINT (HAWKEYE) BARTON (
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driftfleet2016-01-14 10:06 pm
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◉ Video + Action
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.]
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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[He said, as if prompting his own recall. He did this out of habit, because of course, he couldn't hear himself any more than he could hear her.]
I ain't heard of you. Not by that name anyway.
[All things considered, this fact would be more surprising if he'd heard of her organization.]
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[ although it does surprise her. most of the people with whom she spoke from that far-flung decade in the future seemed to know her name. so why doesn't he? perhaps, as avengers go, he's not top dog. ]
It's not always my idea of a good time: being recognized by people on a one-way street.
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[He wasn't fooling anyone though. Not Peggy, not himself. He was thinking about what might happen if someone recognized him as an enemy, who he knew as a friend. Or didn't know at all.]
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[Because there's more than one of those.]
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[ puzzle that one out, clint. ]
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So it was written down.
[For all he knew, maybe she'd slipped up in revealing that much.]
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Good memory.
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[You some sort of file collecter, Pegs?]
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[ perhaps he can read the sarcasm on her lips. ]