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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 25, 2012 2:58:12 GMT -5
The boss had insisted that Clint meet the new kid, and Clint had cooperated without complaint. Usually, when asked to meet and greet someone within SHIELD, he denied the invitation and said simply that they would meet in their own time. However, a couple things had been different this go around. The sharpshooter had been in a good mood, and this was Fury's request. If Clint said no, he could probably lose his job. Small chance, but it was there nonetheless. Agent Barton had only asked one question in return, comprised of one word: why? Fury went on to tell him that the two had very similar abilities. The kid had been known to pin a fly to the wall by its wing, via throwing a pencil at it. Likely he had a bit of an extra innate accuracy, rather than a trained thing like Clint did, but Logan was nonetheless someone who Fury believed the Avenger and SHIELD operative should meet. And Clinton Barton would, gladly. The rendezvous was scheduled for around eleven AM, in a confrence room on the helicarrier. Clint had shown up ten minutes early and was relieved to see that he was the first one there. He liked to be early; it was a philosophy of his- if you're early, you're on time. On time, late. Late, lost cause. Time was a precious thing, it was one of the one things you could never get back no matter how hard you tried. Events lately had made him realize that the seconds before death were ticking away. No one knew where or when a person's dying gasps would be, and that was why people tried their hardest to be happy as much as they could on this earthly life. Clint didn't believe in God or anything. He actually kind of felt that he had been abandoned by everyone, even God, as a little kid. Clint would always be his own God. He was so lost in his thoughts that he probably wouldn't notice when the kid came in, and even if, only faintly. Tags: Logan !! Notes: Lots of rambling... Oh, meh. Anyways, sorry it took so long. Words: 347
"Clint's Words" "Logan's Words"
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Post by npi6579 on Oct 25, 2012 3:21:05 GMT -5
Logan kept getting stares for having the long hair that he did have. But it was the one thing that he was able to keep, so he was going to keep it the same way, he might trim it a bit, but he was not going to end up looking like the director. He did that once as a kid. Not so pretty with the bald head, that and the hair kept him warm. And he had an awkwardly shaped head. He knew that he was meeting Agent Barton, and after reading his file, Logan could see why Fury had set the two of them up.
Barton was a skilled shot, with just about anything. And there was probably a lot that he could learn from him. He checked the time on his watch. It was about 5 minutes till 11am, and he refused to be late. This was the Avenger that he would probably learn the most from, so that kinda gave him the kick in the pants that he needed to get there a bit faster.
He rounded a corner as he walked, this time, "Not getting lost on the huge ass helicarrier this time."[/color]
He checked that he had all of his weapons on his person, and then entered the conference room. To his surprise Barton was already there, and he looked to be deep in thought, not taking notice that he was there.
He cleared his throat. "He...hello Agent Barton. Logan Massaro."[/color] He crossed the room and held out his hand to shake the other mans. It was weird that his voice was so shaky. Guess he was a bit more excited about this than he really wanted to admit to himself.
But what else could you expect from a rookie?
[tag Clint]
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 25, 2012 3:40:24 GMT -5
"He...hello Agent Barton. Logan Massaro." A nearby voice nearly startled Clint out of his wits. Glancing up quickly, he caught sight of his new coworker, long hair and everything. Well, so this was him. Tall, as normal. Clint never could find anyone shorter than himself. It was a runnibg joke at SHIELD that even the women were taller than Barton, which most of them were. Clint didn't mind, though. He was this way, and he would remain this way probably until the day he died. The sharpshooter had been sitting on the table, and he pushed himself up to his full five foot eight and a half inches to shake Logan's hand nice and firmly. The kid's formalities made the dark-haired agent grin. "Nice to meet you, Logan. Please, just call me Clint. Only the high-ups and my old gym coach call me Barton." Just like the day before, looking at Logan reminded Clint of when he was that age. A nervous young man, wary of his surroundings and a tad shy. It was comepletely natural. The only thing that made him surprised was the hair. That had been an eighties thing, Clint faintly recalled. Was that kind of thing coming back? Truthfully, he thought it was a bit tacky. But he wouldn'y say anything to Logan about it. "How are you liking SHIELD so far?" Clint walked over to the huge glass windows, looking out over where they were flying. The arrows in his quiver rattled a little. The bow was slung on Clint's back, over the quiver. "I don't think that I've ever seen Fury so eager for two coworkers to meet." He chuckled softly. "Maybe he was hoping we'd discuss our time as orphans. Which I really don't want to do."[style=margin-top:15px; width:450px; height:50px; background-color:9800C2; padding:20px; border:5px dotted #5C0075; text-align:center; font-family:tekton pro; text-shadow:2px #909090; font-size:14px; font-style:italic; line-height:12px; color:lightgray; overflow:auto]Tag: Logan !! Notes: Words: Just a Second...
"Clint's Words" "Logan's Words"
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Post by npi6579 on Oct 25, 2012 4:00:59 GMT -5
Now that he was in the same room as Barton, he was able to read his body language. And it was screaming that he was already occupied inside of his own mind. Which Logan got. He was like that all time. Especially when he was growing up. It was much easier to just over think things, listen to music, and block all the other kids. Here he didnt have music, just the sounds of the turbines moving. It was nice to be in the air. Calming almost. He smiled at Barton as the man spoke to him.
"Nice to meet you, Logan. Please, just call me Clint. Only the high-ups and my old gym coach call me Barton."[/color] Logan shook his head not wanting to speak yet, but telling that so far the two of them would probably get along swimmingly, as long as those arrows stayed pointed in the direction that was any but him.
"How are you liking SHIELD so far?"[/color] For him this was a question that he hadn't been asked yet. Overwhelming. Exciting. Feelings of anxiety, and panic. But most of all, he was thirsty to get his feet wet. He was ready to get the fuck of the helicarrier, and get put on a mission. At this point, he didnt even care if it was saving kittens from trees. Training was long enough.
"Well lets just say, that this helicarrier-thingy is great and all, but I'm ready to get into it. But besides that, everyone seems pretty relaxed, even with the current situation."[/color]
He was just itching to put his metal into something. His weapons hadnt been drawn yet, and they still needed to be used in real battle. Not a simulated training. He twitched his right wrist, and the handle of the sword shout out, and the blade, flung out from the top of it, until it was full length. He was a bit startled at it happening, something that he was going to have to tweak...
"I don't think that I've ever seen Fury so eager for two coworkers to meet. Maybe he was hoping we'd discuss our time as orphans. Which I really don't want to do."[/color]
That made Logan chortle. But he really didnt feel like hashing out the past. It was something that was past him for a reason, and it was going to stay there. Plus, all the memories of stale beds and moldy pillows wasn't something that he was sure that he should be sharing with a higher officer. Just a pit to personal on that level.
"Nah. I don't pretend to know what Fury wants. But I know, I wouldn't mind pointers."[/color]
[tag: Clint, WC:478]
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Nov 4, 2012 17:54:04 GMT -5
Clint liked Logan so far. Over and over again, the sharpshooter saw a bit of his younger self in the way Logan talked and acted. The only thing that seemed to be unfamiliar, was the kid's reaction to the older agent. Yet at the same time Clint had never had an authority figure to look up to when he joined SHIELD. Maybe Fury, and Coulson, but Clint had only admired their toughness and hard faces. It was so different now that the Avengers were famous all over the world... Women were all over him if he went out in public. Little kids demanded autographs. It was like being a rock star or an actor nowadays, instead of looking up to someone for their strength and patriotism. Clint had always wanted to be a role model, not someone everyone fangirled (and fanguyed, he was finding more and more often) over. "Well lets just say, that this helicarrier-thingy is great and all, but I'm ready to get into it. But besides that, everyone seems pretty relaxed, even with the current situation." So he was ready and on his toes, almost to the point of cabin fever. That kind of thing was easy to get if one was chained up in the same place for a long time. Clint had always paced from boredom when that happened. Sometimes it was a signal of evil intentions or something diabolical or another, but in Logan's case it was a really good sign. Why hadn't Fury commissioned him somewhere yet? From the way the big man talked it sounded like he thought Logan was going to get somewhere in SHIELD. How come Fury wasn't treating Logan like a VIP and sendimg him to all kinds of exotic locations yet? Yeah,he was inexperienced but Logan would probably make a very good solo agent. As he thought about all this, a plan started to form in Clint's head. Those restless feet would get their chance soon. "Good to hear. The last few cadets I talked to didn't like the helicarrier. They said they couldn't deal with not having true earth under their feet. Don't fret too much, you'll be out working assignments before you know it." The sharpshooter hoped that it sounded at least a little reassuring. In any event, what he was going to say soon would really be to the rookie. Logan mentioned pointers. Yes, Clint would be happy to share what he knew. He had before, and this probably wouldn't be the last time. A smile slid across Clint's face. He leaned back against the window. "You know, things like that aren't really that good in a setting like this. I was thinking though, I'm leaving on a solo mission tomorrow. How about, I take you along? It would be good for your restlessness, and I could teach you a little perhaps."[style=margin-top:15px; width:450px; height:50px; background-color:404040; padding:20px; border:5px dotted #5C0075; text-align:center; font-family:tekton pro; text-shadow:2px #909090; font-size:14px; font-style:italic; line-height:12px; color:lightgray; overflow:auto]Tag: Logan !! Notes: Whee, a mission! Words: 477
"Clint's Words" "Logan's Words"
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Post by npi6579 on Nov 17, 2012 19:38:02 GMT -5
Clint had him now thinking of what his life would have been if he had grew up with his birth parents. What sort of things they would have done as a family. Like holidays, birthdays, trips, you know normal family stuff. But then he wouldn't be the person that he was now, in the position that he was in. So for him it all turned out great, and he wasn't one to use his past as a pass for a pity party. He wanted to be known as the strong kid, he above all else, ended up being someone better, even with the past that he had. He looked at Clint with the utmost attention, but he was getting a bit bored on the hellicarrier. It had been a while since he got to do anything, besides train. Sure training with an Avenger would be better than anything, and he would gain a lot of insight into what he might be more capable of doing. It was a learning opportunity, and he wasn't going to be turning it down. "Well as long as I get some field work in, I don't mind being in the air. Its kinda nice to be away from the craziness of the city. Not to mention the annoyance of horrible music."[/color]
He didn't really know how to address Clint still. He was confused of the barrier, as he was his superior officer, and not to mention an Avenger. It was stuff like this that he should have been paying attention to in the debriefing, but he was too busy looking at another attractive cadet. Oh well. There were some things that just couldn't be helped.
Logan sat down on the edge of the table, his feet swinging underneath him. His eyes still on Clint as he invited him on a mission of his. "That would be awesome, and then maybe, I could get a few pointers on my own mission. Something to do with a crazy alien crash. Hopefully they are friendly."[/color]
Things were looking to be a bit more exciting, but then again, he still wouldn't cut his hair. Not even if Fury gave him a 20% raise.
Tag: Clint Word Count: 381 Notes: WEE!
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Nov 23, 2012 15:59:33 GMT -5
Clint couldn't really imagine what life would have been like with a caring, loving family. That was the one thing he had that was different from Logan- for his first seven years of his life, he did have a family: His mom, Edith, and his dad, Harold. However, they were always cold and distant and never had seemed like true parents to Clint. The sharpshooter had heard from a few of his co-workers what it was like to have parents that actually cared, and yes, it seemed idealistic and beautiful. But no, he couldn't picture himself in that kind of setting. For some reason, whenever he did, for instance a scene of sitting around a kitchen table, a memory of a quiet, hate-filled meal came to mind... and strange blue and red light. Clint was too young to remember why these lights were even there, and what exactly they consisted of. But for some reason he knew for certain that the lights were separate. The red one belonged to his dad, and the blue to his mom. Maybe it was something a counselor had discussed with him once, something along the lines of tonal memory reflection. It involved remembering a loved or hated one with some sort of colored aura or temperature. Green for jealousy, or red and hot for anger, for instance. Before that session Clint thought he had been crazy when he would remember the colors, and how as he would get nearly torn asunder by the force of his parents fighting, he would alternately feel cold and hot- also he would change colors. Blue for his mom. Red for his dad. There was one odd inconsistency with this, though. The psychiatrist had mentioned that usually these remembered auras were very weak. However, with Clint they were very profound and sometimes looked like ice and flames. Yeah, he was crazy. But he had come to accept this over the years.
He snapped out of this just in time to catch Logan's quip about the city. "I have to agree with you on that one." He laughed. "I own a loft in New York City. I don't like the noise that much, but I've lived there so long now, it's nothing more than a pain in the head anymore. My former landlord likes to blast sixties music until about four in the morning."
Oh, yeah, Logan had a mission. The one given to him at the meeting. Clint had nearly gone with Stark, and if it hadn't been for Fury's persuasive mood, he would be with the Iron Man still. But anyways, the New Mexico crash. No one really knew what it exactly was that had landed there just days ago, but there were suspicions of aliens and other sort of junk. Clint didn't really have an idea of what it could be, but he had read the file extensively and learned that there were two more people at the scene when it had landed. Satellites had detected a definitively human presence, and another that switched between human and alien-like. There was a slight chance that the first was Jameson Holt, multimillionaire teenager who owned the land and was out there sightseeing, but the other no one knew. "Unless the lifeform that landed there was a Skrull, I don't imagine that mission should be much trouble for you." Clint shrugged. "Ever since the Loki incident, our neighboring races have scrambled to make peace with us." This might come as a shock to Logan that there were planets other than Earth that support life, but it was a fact that he would have to deal with one way or another.[style=margin-top:15px; width:450px; height:50px; background-color:404040; padding:20px; border:5px dotted #5C0075; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; text-shadow:2px #909090; font-size:14px; font-style:italic; line-height:12px; color:lightgray; overflow:auto]Tag: Logan !! Notes: N/A Words: 610
"Clint's Words" "Logan's Words"
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