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driftfleet2016-04-22 09:36 am
vagabond_code) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-22 09:36 am
◉ Video + Action
Who: Clint "Hawkeye" Barton and alls a' yous
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action?: First Breath if you wanna.
Where: Casa de Barton aboard the SS First Breath
When: Now
[The camera of Clint's communicator device flicks on, and it stares for a few seconds at some high, dull grey corner of a room. By mistake? It's dusty up there, dingy you might even say, but it sets the tone pretty perfectly because although the claustrophobic angle widens when he begins to pan the camera around, the dinge does not receed. It's his room, but, it could be anyone's room. No single foot of it declares 'Clint Barton'. It barely declares 'human habitation'. He owns a bed, and there are things lurking under it. One corner of the room is where the duffle bag lives... and that's it for home decor. So actually, as it turns out, he's showing the fleet a three-sixty degree view of his dismal quarters on purpose. He sets the device on his bed and angles it toward himself, where he sits on the floor a few feet away.]
Hey.
[How to start with this? Seriously.]
Okay, I need your help. Does anyone think maybe there's a way to make this place look like it isn't a prison cell? What kind of person lives in a place that looks like this? Seriously I ask you. Maybe a rug over there, or I could put some paintings up. I could get one of those elephants that you point at the door.
A vase?
[That's literally all of his ideas. He's gesturing non-noncommittally over his shoulder, even, so it's not like he's got plans for where to put these things even if he had them.]
...Mood lighting...
[He'd heard that somewhere one time.]
And I know there are some new people, so just, fair warning - I need to see your mouth. My ears aren't working right. It's a hassle but whatever. So, ideas?
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action?: First Breath if you wanna.
Where: Casa de Barton aboard the SS First Breath
When: Now
[The camera of Clint's communicator device flicks on, and it stares for a few seconds at some high, dull grey corner of a room. By mistake? It's dusty up there, dingy you might even say, but it sets the tone pretty perfectly because although the claustrophobic angle widens when he begins to pan the camera around, the dinge does not receed. It's his room, but, it could be anyone's room. No single foot of it declares 'Clint Barton'. It barely declares 'human habitation'. He owns a bed, and there are things lurking under it. One corner of the room is where the duffle bag lives... and that's it for home decor. So actually, as it turns out, he's showing the fleet a three-sixty degree view of his dismal quarters on purpose. He sets the device on his bed and angles it toward himself, where he sits on the floor a few feet away.]
Hey.
[How to start with this? Seriously.]
Okay, I need your help. Does anyone think maybe there's a way to make this place look like it isn't a prison cell? What kind of person lives in a place that looks like this? Seriously I ask you. Maybe a rug over there, or I could put some paintings up. I could get one of those elephants that you point at the door.
A vase?
[That's literally all of his ideas. He's gesturing non-noncommittally over his shoulder, even, so it's not like he's got plans for where to put these things even if he had them.]
...Mood lighting...
[He'd heard that somewhere one time.]
And I know there are some new people, so just, fair warning - I need to see your mouth. My ears aren't working right. It's a hassle but whatever. So, ideas?
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[Clint is on board with that anyway, and he even takes it as confirmation that they must be on the same wavelength.]
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May I ask what Hawkeye is? [is it a code name? It sounds like a code name]
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a cool Iron-Man-grade super-hero, but without the super-suit. Or I guess you could say like Gambit, but without the -- boom.
[He was making a little explosion gesture with his hands. Of course, if he had his splodey-arrows...]
Ugh. Hate that guy.
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[somehow, he's gone this long without running into Remy, and well. Fox can't play nice in the cinematic universe]
But - you're a superhero? There seems to be a lot of those here.
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[Maybe superheroes were big right now in TV-world right now. A T.V show about a guy with a bow and arrow and no superpowers. HAH. Imagine that.]
I'm a super-good shot. With a bow I mean. That's my super-power.
Don't you laugh, Hank.
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That's—. . . I won't laugh. That's a very decent and unique superpower. Or - skill, whichever way you look at it.
[he squints at the screen]
You know who I am?
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[He couldn't hear himself, either, that was the thing.]
We've worked together. Me and another you. Your X-Men and my -- team.
[One of his teams, anyway. It was complicated.]
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[both ways are complicated, but he'd prefer the more honest route]
But - uh, I'm glad to meet someone the other me knew and worked with? Even if that sounds weird.
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We aren't best buddies, but we have common enemies. And some of the X-men are Avengers, so basically, same circles.
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Do you know Kate, then? She mentioned a Young Avengers to me when we met.
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[Now he was just toying with you, Beast. People where he came from were getting used to using the Hawkeye name interchangeably, so maybe Clint was just feeling nostalgic.]
She's basically my --
[This was always the hardest part. Thinking of something to call her. Jeez.]
She rides in my side-car.
[Yeah, that clears it up.]
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Partner? Protege? [he smiles a little] So "Hawkeye" is more than just your code name?
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It used to be that, but then Kate happened and now I'm not sure what it is. I'm not the only one who gets to choose anymore. And that's good, because pretty soon she'll be a better Hawkeye than me.
[Which was sort of the whole point. Still, he talked about it very casually -- not at all like the deep rooted romantical notion that it was.]
Plus I'll be old.
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Both eyebrows shoot up]
You're old?
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[There was a very important future-dated sort of difference to consider there.]
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[he gets called old, and in his worst moments of being insufferable, calls Charles or Erik old. And even then he knew they weren't, not really]
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And I'll have to hang up the bow, and give up the name.
[Maybe it spoke to how firmly he believed that he was a force of good in the world. Evidently, as far as he was concerned, the world needed a Hawkeye.]
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It doesn't sound like something you just give up. I mean . . . even if you pass on the name, you'll still be Hawkeye. Right?
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[Serious pause. Serious-face.]
Choose your costumes carefully.
[No seriously. Clint may never live that purple initial robin-hood monstrosity down.]
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I'll keep that in mind, if we ever get costumes.
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[What? Clint is totally an authority on this. He's basically the authority on this.]