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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

video

[takeabow]

Wow. Thank god you have those credentials.

What even is that?

video.

[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]

Blockbuster Video! VHS! Charlie Chaplin?

Ghostbusters? Dog Cops!

No?

[takeabow]

[ yeah no ]

No.

[vagabond_code]

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

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

[mucked]

I know where we are [ roughly ] and why we're here [ by rumour. ] Do you believe you can do better, Mister Avenger?

[ slowly -- and with honey-and-jam dripping off her british lilt -- she baits the hook. had she read 'BARTON' in that godawful scrawl on the card-back? my my, that sounds like a familiar piece of jim barnes's future-puzzle. she'd read it in a file. ]

[vagabond_code]

[It wasn't clear whether she was smarming at him for his har-har-old-grampa-movie-choices or if, maybe, she didn't know what a movie was at all.]

Ever seen a VHS tape?

[Yeah, that'll clear it up grampa.]

[takeabow]

No?

I love your icons so far wow

[vagabond_code]

DVD?

aw thanks <3 I like clint's face so we're even

[takeabow]

[ shakes her head ]

[vagabond_code]

Not yet, but I know I'm a shmuck in a holding pen and I know ain't seen you around.

[So maybe there are more rec-room/kitchen/dorm mashups around and she's captive too, or maybe she's involved in keeping him here.]

[vagabond_code]

[Well, that's weird. So...]

Empire State Building.

[mucked]

Once upon a time -- not so long ago -- I stood where you stand. She's called the Marsiva, by the way, and she's far prettier than the sardine tins the rest of us call our billets. In my opinion.

[ it won't do much, she thinks. let him cast me as his villain. the fresh reality programming recruits were, at times, most keen to lash out at the first faces they saw. peggy makes her peace with assuming this position.

she believes (wrongly, perhaps) that his righteous snark will burn itself out in the end. ]

[takeabow]

No...

We could keep going with the guessing game if you want, but I'm pretty sure we're not going to know the same things.

[vagabond_code]

Why's that?

[takeabow]

Because probably we're from different worlds.

[vagabond_code]

Y'mean like different planets?

[If he's surprised by the idea, he isn't showing it.]

[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.]

[resnipstance]

[Clint Barton, meet teenage alien girl.]

Am I supposed to recognize that?

[takeabow]

Sure, or different versions.

[vagabond_code]

Assuming you're one of those people that doesn't like sardines. Me, I'd take sardines over cattle or rats most days of the week.

[mucked]

[ she does believe you've honed in on the least important part of that whole exchange, mister barton. ]

My point is that you should stretch your legs while you can. Within the week -- regardless of whether it's a sardine day or not -- you'll no longer be aboard the Marsiva.

[ you'll be on another equally infuriating but markedly smaller ship. with strangers. ]

[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.

[resnipstance]

Hmm... nope!

Not ringing any bells. Sorry.

What's an Avenger?

[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]