fifth shot; video

[bring_em_down]

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.

Comments

[bring_em_down]

Yeah, I'm a swell kinda guy, what can I say? Actually, I've got a good source.

[deadandred]

Yeah? Who is it?

[bring_em_down]

Her name's Bela.

[deadandred]

Oh, I think I've met her a couple times. Seems like a swell gal. [....Yeah, he totally did just say that.]

[bring_em_down]

She's something. I almost shot her, but she's a good resource and she's smart.

[deadandred]

How the hell did you almost shoot her?

[bring_em_down]

Mask issues.

[deadandred]

...Should have figured that, I guess.

[bring_em_down]

We're lucky I didn't actually shoot anybody. I think I threatened a few.

[deadandred]

Didn't threaten me, at least.

[bring_em_down]

You probably would've shot back, right?

[deadandred]

Hell yeah, I would have.

[bring_em_down]

All's fair on that one.

[deadandred]

And here I thought all was fair in love and war. 'S what they say, right?

[bring_em_down]

This better be war.

[deadandred]

...Ain't either of them, as far as I can see.

[bring_em_down]

Maybe not. But the point is, I've got enough crap to do without worrying about a damn mask, you know?