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Two things. One, I'm one of the flight officers now. Name's Clint Barton.

Second... Still looking for some materials. If anyone has an extra mattress you don't want, I'll take it off your hands. Old winter coats, scraps of clothes from home you'd like to see someone tear up? I'll take those, too.

[He is about to end the feed when he has an additional thought:]

If you see a little dark-haired kid in a suit in places he's not supposed to be, let me know. He answers to "Anthony".

[Satisfied now, Clint slings a quiver of arrows and a sleek black bow over his shoulder before shutting off the transmission.]

[Text to Ultimates/allied Avengers; encryption 100%]

Did anyone else have an issue with those masks? I haven't felt right since those things showed up.

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Okay. I didn't want to jeopardise it because we work pretty well together as allies.

As long as you stick to being honest with me, we may have a bright future.

I will.

[She'd definitely try to at least.]

I've locked the mask away. Out of sight.

I'm planning on getting rid of mine.

By tossing it out the airlock?

Something like that.

Maybe I should do it too.

Do you like the nostalgia?

I think I did. I'm not entirely sure.

It's dangerous, Bela.

I know, Clint.

Don't make the same mistake twice. I don't like traitors.

I'm not going to betray you.

Good. I don't want to shoot at you again. I won't miss.

[A few moments later:]

I'm planning on that never happening.

I know you wouldn't miss.

[Which worried her.]

All right. I understand.

[Once he cools down--those mask effects are lingering--he's going to be a little sorry he keeps threatening her.]

Alright. Watch your back.

I will.

[Bela hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should text anything else but she ends the transmission there.]

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