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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?

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Er. I don't . . . know who either of those people are.

[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.

Enough t'make you wonder, ain't it? What do they want with us all?

[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.

Edited 2016-05-01 23:19 (UTC)

[dryly] It isn't to save the world, that's for sure.

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?

That was a mistake, sorry. I know it sucks, people dropping this sorta thing in your lap.

[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.]

No - no, it's okay, I'm getting used to it. I'd rather it dropped in my lap than - I don't know, someone pretending they don't know me.

[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.

[Right. No more pretending.]

We aren't best buddies, but we have common enemies. And some of the X-men are Avengers, so basically, same circles.

Avengers? [well that sounded very familiar] I'm - glad they work together? [he looks apologetic] The X-Men is sort of a - future endeavor to me. I mean, unless you consider Charles and I the remaining members, but - officially, it - doesn't exist where I'm from. Yet.

Do you know Kate, then? She mentioned a Young Avengers to me when we met.

Oh, you mean Hawkeye.

[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.]

Edited 2016-05-16 12:40 (UTC)

[that clears it up, and it's also a cute way to describe it, Clint. Your toying with has backfired]

Partner? Protege? [he smiles a little] So "Hawkeye" is more than just your code name?

[He could probably go for some sort of 'Hawkeye is a way of life' angle here, but...]

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.

It doesn't sound like something easy to describe, even if the two of you tried. [admittedly, the whole "code name" thing is fascinating to him anyway, given how it started in his world with a bunch of young mutants being bored.

Both eyebrows shoot up]

You're old?

I'll be old.

[There was a very important future-dated sort of difference to consider there.]

Old is entirely subjective, you know.

[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]

[It was a slightly sorer point with Clint. He had given up trying to defend himself against Kate on this particular front, but that wasn't to say it didn't rankle him, at least a little. Maybe because he actually was. Old.]

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.]

Edited 2016-07-04 12:13 (UTC)

[he tilts his head, considering for a moment. He isn't familiar with the whole superhero thing like everyone else is - their fights were ten years apart, and the world barely knew they existed. He doesn't know how long Clint has been doing this, but . . . ]

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?

A while ago I had a sword instead of a bow, and they called me Ronin. So maybe not. Maybe it matters what you wear and what you do. If you were a young lady who phased through walls instead of a big blue dude, they probably wouldn't call you Beast.

Edited 2016-07-10 00:34 (UTC)

[a huff of amusement] Mm, that's true. I didn't have a code name until after I looked like this. [no matter how Alex tried to get "Bozo" to stick] But I mean - it's still a part of you, right? Being Ronin, and being Hawkeye. When people look at what you've done they're still going to refer to you as that, aren't they?

I hope not, but just in case, here's a bit of advise from one hero to another.

[Serious pause. Serious-face.]

Choose your costumes carefully.

[No seriously. Clint may never live that purple initial robin-hood monstrosity down.]

[he wants to point out that he's no hero, not like the rest of them are, but instead he puts the protest aside to laugh instead]

I'll keep that in mind, if we ever get costumes.

When.

We had flightsuits, but I don't know if those count.

As long as they were matchy.

[What? Clint is totally an authority on this. He's basically the authority on this.]

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