Welcome
It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Oct 7, 2012 13:16:17 GMT -5
Vincent was enjoying this much-needed cover so much. Even better was the fact that nobody even for a moment glanced his way when they walked by him. Not to mention, he could hide safely away from the heroes that so relentlessly dogged him. It was a week since he had started working as a security guard on the SHIELD helicarrier, and Vincent had already become a part of the scenery. It wasn't too hard to come to the realization that these outerdimensionals were almost too trusting for their own good! They were so used to walking by the same people every day that after a while everything but business was completely ignored. Anyways, sometimes it felt a bit lonely, but this was such a fun job. It was times like this that made Vincent truly happy. Seclusion, good food and wages, and prisoners to look after. Though really, he didn't need all that to survive. He could do just as well on his own. The real reason he had even considered this job was because it gave Vince new people to scout. So far everyone- and everything- had been interesting. Much had come up to attract the shapeshifter's attention. A villainess was one, among many others. As he stepped onto the bridge of the helicarrier, Vincent glanced around and smiled secretly. So this was the most famous room in all of SHIELD. The cockpit of the Avengers' first headquarters, where the Loki mission was debated and finally came to fruit. It was a legendary story, one he had heard at least five times. Perking his ears just a bit, Vincent detected the heartbeats of about fifty. One beat was prominent above the rest, though it came from a place not inside the room. Instead it came from a high place, only visible by careful inspection and the knowledge that it was there. Vince focussed in on the beat, trying to pick up other sounds to go with the person. He was scouting again, he realized with a flash. In no time, he had his clue to match to the person. The zing of a bowstring cut through his hearing. Vincent instantly knew the sound the moment it swept across his acute hearing. The sharpshooter. So that fiftieth heartbeat was Clint. The one everyone called Agent Barton, and the world outside lovingly knew as Hawkeye, the purple-clad sharpshot. One of the Avengers, the man was supposed to be a beast at hitting targets that were virtually unhittable. Vincent wondered if that would be true with his chupacabra form. A well-placed arrow could take even the legendary beast out in one shot... Well, it wasn't the time now to test that out. Vincent had a message to deliver. He stepped up to Colonel Fury at the bridge controls. Snapping to attention and saluting stiffly, he relayed his message: "Sir, final boiler repairs are complete." Ever since Loki's attack on the helicarrier, repairs had been made in order of importance, and finally, months later, the final ones were done. The West boiler room was last because the east boiler rooms were more than enough to heat the ship. Most of the crew considered the extra room useless. "Good work, soldier." Fury turned and saluted Vincent. He had a gleam of something in his eye, pride maybe. Suddenly Vincent picked up the beep of a Galaga game... And almost in the same instant the bowstring tightened. The sharpshooter was ready to put another plunger arrow to the computer. The room gave a collective gasp, than a breath of anticipation. The arrow flew only about two feet from Vincent's head, and did not get any farther than that point. Before he had known what he was doing, Vincent had caught the adamantium arrow, almost effortlessly. A wave of shock went through the crowd. Without breaking his eye contact with Fury, Vincent bowed again and tromped back down the hall. Everyone stared at him as he left. The arrow was still nestled in his closed hand. Tags: Clint and OPEN Word Count: 670 Notes: Thought I'd 1x1 with myself and see what happened... anyone is welcome to stir things up a bit.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 7, 2012 13:19:32 GMT -5
Another normal day of sitting up in the nest. The only difference really was that Fury was at the main controls, and giving direct orders. Clint Barton liked to hear the Big Man talk. He paid special attention to the room on this day. No slackers so far, but no one could know exactly who would do it and at what time. That Kodak guy was an espescially bad violator. He was always goofing around. As of late Clint had to fight down an urge to completely ignore him. No one had slacked for about an hour or two, so Clint was getting just a bit bored. He twiddled with his bowstring and shot air, with no arrow, a couple times. His legs crossed stright out in front of him, he felt like he could go right to sleep. But he had a job. Clint was not going to doze off and leave it unattended.
Clomp, clomp. The sound of boots coming down the hall was unmistakable. Probably a soldier, there to give a report to Fury. In no time he was at the bridge, and Clint could tell that it was his first time because of the curiosity he displayed. He listened, saw, and smelled everything very carefully- like a wine conoisseur. He was a tall, skinny, yet somehow strapping, Korean. More things started to fall into place once Clint remembered the fact that he was new, only hired a few weeks ago. He had heard a name whispered among the other guards- Vincent. It was a bit of a taboo name for some odd reason, and all the other men stayed well away from him. It took a few more seconds to remember the guy's last name, Westpoint. Vincent Westpoint. The name sounded so familiar, though Clint couldn't place where he had heard it before. Maybe it would come to him in a few minutes. He was so lost in his thoughts that it almost was a shock when his sensitive ears picked up the bleeps and beeps that went with Galaga. In almost an instant Clint had picked up who it was- a little red-headed gal across the room. Clint nocked a plunger arrow and aimed, careful to avoid the soldier and Fury. It was going to be a tight shot, only coming about three feet from Vincent's head, but it would be there and gone before they knew it. Carefully Clint lined up his aim, and drew back his string. When everything was ready- the arrow leaped from the bow. Everything happened in slow motion. The arrow was one moment headed toward its target. The next, it was clutched in the precise fingers of Vincent Westpoint. Clint blinked and stared. Was what he just saw true? Vincent had caught the arrow like it was going no faster than a bumblebee. But Clint's arrows had been clocked at more than one hundred miles an hour... How could have Vincent caught it without touching the head, or the razor-sharp, metal cock and hen feathers? The guard must have inhuman reflexes... Vincent Westpoint. Still Clint racked his brain to think of why that name was so familiar. With another shock Clint realized that the agile man had not even broken eye contact with Fury. Vincent, Vincent... As Clint abandoned his bow and arrows and climbed down to the corridor, he raced through the year, reliving important days... And then he had it. The Korean came down the hall, arrow still in hand. Clint stepped out of the shadows. "You're the one that the otherworlders call Conspiracy." He ventured a few words to the strapping man at the risk of his life. Clint had spent a few days at the computer reading files that had appeared at the merging of the two worlds. Some of the files had been pretty full and complete, alter egos and everything. But Vincent's, was a most curious file. It had his name- Vincent Wyn Westpoint- a codename- Conspiracy- and an alignment- hero. "How did you do that?" Clint nodded to the arrow in Vincent's hand. Now that closer inspection was possible, it was clear to see that Vincent, though a skinny guy, was all muscle, not an ounce of fat on his body. He could easily take the smaller sharpshooter down. But Clint had a backup pistol with him. If the other man made a threatening move...
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Oct 18, 2012 16:34:11 GMT -5
He had sensed the sharpshooter, laying in wait there, his heart beating faster than a resting man. No doubt he was nervous about this encounter. Vincent couldn't blame him. He found that's how most people felt about making an acquaintance (or an enemy) that was a six-foot-two, powerful "kid". "You're the one the Otherworlders call Conspiracy?" The voice came calmly from the shadows. Ah, so the other knew his identity. This was an interesting turn of events. But really, how much did the sharpshooter know? Not much, from what Vince could analyze in the clues. One, Clint just radiated fear, and not anger. If he was, there was to be a fight on their hands. The situation would have turned into a conflict a long time ago. Two, He wasn't starting to name all of the atrocious crimes that the shifter had committed in the last eighty-nine years. Usually non-confrontational people who knew the whole truth did that. So that was settled. Vincent wasted no time replying in a tone that belied his true nature. "Indeed." Turning around, he faced Clint and held his eyes. No wonder his heart beats stronger than anyone I've ever met, Vincent thought abruptly, He's small... The other had to only be five foot eight. More heart pressure for less of a person. Vincent was sure, though, that if it came down to it, Clint could knock him down in a heartbeat. So, what to do about this assertion? Yes, he had brought it upon himself; catching the sleek, silver arrow was a feat that would undoubtedly garner unwanted attention. Vince hadn't thought out what to do next, though. Looking at Clint now, something in Vin's brain whispered a note of trust, and insisted that for his future safety, and goals, he better preserve the peace. "I assume you know everything about me." Debonair style, he took a long, sweeping bow. "I honestly don't mind, good sir. But I assume you won't tell anyone and get me kicked off?" Vincent was apalled at how unlike himself he was acting. Deep down, though, he knew that he was doing the right thing. As he held Clint's arrow out to him, the unfamiliar feeling of security washed over the werechupacabra. There was a calm in the sharpshooter's eyes that relaxed Vin. He couldn't positively identify it, but nonetheless... Also, the Chupie were sensed that even though diminuitive in stature, Clint Barton was a strong man, someone who could easily take care of himself and, if turned to the right causes, could make a huge impact on the world at large. Vince could afford to be nice and hide his secret. "How did you do that?" "Let's just say I have... less than human reflexes." [style=width:460; height:50; background:000000 url('http://dl.backgroundsarchive.net/pub/0/340ivk4jsbepo.jpg'); padding:15; border:5px solid; border-color:FF6633; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:12px; font-style:bold; line-height:11px; color:FFFFFF; overflow:auto]Tags: Clint and OPEN Word Count: 457 Notes: We're STILL open! :D
"Vincent Himself Talks Like This." "Vincent in Chupacabra Form Talks Like This." "Others Talk Like This."
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Post by ameliaraven on Oct 23, 2012 18:04:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] we were born we are strong
i may be able to see your future
Amelia was in a good mood as she walked through the Helicarrier. She spotted Clint and smile. "Hey Clint!" She grinned at him, her eyes flickering to the other man. She gave a small smile. "You are?" She regarded him with a lightly cheerful look, that was just Amelia.
She wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but arched a brow as she caught sight of the arrow clenched in Vin's hand. Her eyes widened slightly. "Whoa..." she breathed, glancing at Clint.
It had been a few days since she'd last seen Clint in the Avengers Mansion after having a dream of all her friends dying. It still hurt but she was getting over it and starting to move on from the horror. She smiled faintly at the other man, "Amelia Raven Smith, pleasure to make your acquaintance." She held her hand for him.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 24, 2012 1:42:44 GMT -5
"Indeed." Vincent bowed, and immediately Clint was impressed. The other man showed no signs of resistance, either, which was a good hint that he was a trustworthy person. Somehow, Clint became guilty too that hehad ever doubted that fact. "I assume you know everything about me. i honestly don't mind, good sir. But I assume you won't tell anybody and get me kicked off?"
Before Clint had a chance to reply, Amelia came down the hallway. Her steps were easy to identify; they were pretty unqiue. She approached the two men and waved. "Hi Amelia! Clint glanced over at her and smiled. He hoped that she was feeling better since the incident in the Mansion. That had been a bit of a shock and scare. He still didn't really know what the dream had been about; she had refused to tell him. She drew up next to him, and it only seemed to be then that she noticed Vincent. "You are?" "Oh, Amelia, this is Vincent Westpoint. He's a guard with us. And... He has the most amazing reflexes I've ever seen. He caught my arrow..." the thought was still kind of mind-boggling. The other's statement about having less than human reflexes had caught the dark-haired sharpshooter off-guard. What had he meant by that? Was Vincent not human? "Vincent, this is my friend Amelia."
Clint took the arrow from the other's hand and put it back in his quiver. His brain scrambled for a response to the Korean's earlier statement. "I assume you know everything about me." The other could, he had an advantage in that area. He could get on a computer anytime and look up Clint's file, a complete historical and personality analysis, done by the world's best psychologist. Clint had nothing to go on. Somehow, it gave the sharpshot secret pleasure to think that he was learning more about this guy than anyone in his universe had ever managed to. "And I wouldn't kick you off. You seem to be a talented, kind man who loves his job."
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Post by ameliaraven on Oct 30, 2012 14:04:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] we were born we are strong
i may be able to see your future
Amelia smiled her usual grin at Clint and at Vincent. "Well if your a friend of Clint's your a friend of mine." She said, her eyes glowing. She brushed the blonde from her face and said, "I see that he has caught your arrow, Clint." A teasing glint entered her blue eyes as she glanced at Hawkeye.
Clint was a good friend and if he trusted Vincent then so did she. She trusted his judgement with her life and would, if need be, lay her own safety on the line for Clinton Barton. She watched the interaction between the two with thoughtful eyes. She had always enjoyed watching people, it was just something one picked up if they lived on the streets for as long as Amelia had.
To have a little fun she regarded them both thoughtfully. She wondered who would be easier to "borrow" something from. It had been a while since Amelia had pick pocketed someone and she wanted to test out her skills to see if they were still what they had been...
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Nov 5, 2012 2:15:25 GMT -5
Another agent came down the corridor. Vincent had been keeping tabs on her path for the last minute. Amelia, if he wasn't mistaken on the name or light footfall pattern. Codename Sparrow. What was up with these SHIELD guys and birds? What was up with his roleplayer, birds (Hawks, to be more specific), and the letter C? That was a question or another time, though. She finally caught up with them, and just as expected the first thing the newcomer and the sharpshooter shot off were quick hellos. Amelia also expressed some interest in who Vincent was. He was about to introduce himself when Clint beat him to it. "Oh, Amelia, this is Vincent Westpoint. He's a guard with us. And... He has the most amazing reflexes I've ever seen. He caught my arrow..." Vincent had to fight to keep back a chortle at the fact that was so hastily spit out. Vincent, this is my friend Amelia." "Yes, the pleasure is mutual." Vincent acknowledged the blonde. Curtly and properly, only taking his hands from their clasped position in front of his middle to shake her hand, he did a little bow. He wasn't going to do anything bad in front of Clint, so he kept his formality up high.
"I assume you know everything about me." Vincent nodded gravely. The sharpshooter did have a legitimate point there. Vin himself did probably know a lot more about Clint than Clint did him. The Justice League file was incomplete, and it barely did him justice (No pun intended at all, folks). Dropping the subject, he continued to listen to the two Agent's words. "And I wouldn't kick you off. You seem to be a talented, kind man who loves his job." If only he knew... He laughed inwardly. Oh, Vin was so different from what the sharpshooter had said that it wasn't even funny. Amelia's comment about being a friend if Vince was Clint's friend relaxed the shapeshifter quite a bit. It was good to know that hr wasn't just going to be leaped at and taken down before he could say Zip. He clamped his mouth shut, but the words "Of course I caught the arrow. Just being the monster that I am made it so easy." Tags: Amelia, Clint, and Anyone Else Who Decides to Wander In Word Count: 376 Notes: This thread is still very much open ;)
"Vincent Himself Talks Like This." "Vincent in Chupacabra Form Talks Like This." "Others Talk Like This."
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Post by ameliaraven on Nov 11, 2012 14:10:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] we were born we are strong
i may be able to see your future
Amelia smiled at him, her hand falling back to her side. Her brow arched. "Monster?" She inquired, her eyes narrowing questionably. She cocked her head slightly in a thoughtful manor. She brushed the hair from her face as she regarded the Korean thoughtfully, running his words through her head, trying to catch the true meaning behind them.
She supposed that if Fury had let the man become a guard then he must have trust in him. Sparrow trusted Fury's judgment, and of course Clint's. If he was a friend of Clint's she wouldn't allow suspension to creep into her mind. So she just offered a thin smile the subject of pick-pocketing still running over and over in her head.
A mischievous glint caught in her pretty sapphire eyes as she allowed them to flicker from Clint to Vin and then back again. She would make sure neither of them were expecting it when she did it.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Nov 12, 2012 18:01:37 GMT -5
"Monster?" Clint raised an eyebrow. What in the heck was that supposed to mean? Hopefully only something about the Korean's ego, and not a real monster. It seemed as if the burly guy had a major one. Now that the initial shock of meeting each other was wearing off, Clint was able to get a better look into the other's true demeanor and attitude. "If you would not mind explaining..." That was the moment the first shadow of doubt began to creep across his heart. However, convinced that he was fooling himself, Clint shoved his instincts off. What evidence did he have to support that Vincent was more than he said himself to be? None, other than the fact that the Justice League thought him to be important. If they didn't, they wouldn't have the skinny Korean in their files. This fact alone piqued his interest infinitely. It had already been shown that the guy had a good sense of perception and reflexes, but what went along with them? There was something, Clint knew; Vincent had dropped so many hints along the way. The comment had obviously unnerved Amelia, too. She was busy studying Vince's eyes carefully, almost suspiciously, though her sapphire blue pupils still had that trademark playful glint in them. "Monster?" She echoed the sharpshooter. Her tone was a lot more friendly than Barton's had been. In anticipation, Clint awaited Vincent Westpoint's answer. He fought back the urge his body was forcing upon him to sweat. This Vincent guy seemed cool at first, but for some reason now he made Clint nervous... Very, Very Nervous. Maybe he was beginning to understand why the rest of the guards stayed away from the man...
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Post by ameliaraven on Nov 13, 2012 12:03:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] we were born we are strong
i may be able to see your future
She looked at Clint when he spoke. Her eyes narrowed at Vincent. "I hope you don't mean that the way it sounded..." She said, her voice suspicious, but light as though she were trying to lighten the mood of the room, which seemed to have fallen since the word 'monster'. She bit her lip, watching Vincent with a questioning gaze.
She glanced at Clint from the corner of her eye, he seemed preoccupied with Vincent. She was standing close to him, in a friendly manor of course. But close enough to touch. She moved her arm, her eyes never leaving Vincent's. Around his wrist was a watch, she easily unhooked it, stealing it from him.
A small smirk grew across her face, but she pushed it down, crossing her arms across her chest, hiding the watch. She put the suspistion back on her face as she regarded Vin. She hoped Clint hadn't noticed and if Vin had she winked slighty at him, silently asking him not to say anything.
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Nov 18, 2012 15:43:04 GMT -5
Why had he said that? Vincent's thoughts were pretty similar to the ones running through Clint and Amelia's heads. Because of the monster inside? That wasn't what he had wanted to come out but it had anyway. It was a dead giveaway, in the matter of his powers, or rather abilities or gift. Also, it hinted at his true, miscreant nature. Stupid, Stupid! There was nothing that Vincent wanted to do more than take the short sharpshooter and the blonde woman on and see how they fared. Yet in a way he held a respect for them and it was because of that he stood down and hid behind a mask. Also, he was anxious about the plan forming in his head, the one having to do about breaking Arizona out of the helicarrier and helping her to freedom. "It was a reference to... My strength. I was always my universe's best warrior." Luckily a suitable elaboration came to mind almost immediately. He raised his head, jutting his chin up in pride. Inside, though, was an odd feeling- one that would bring the were-shifter the closest he would ever be to nervous.
Then the blonde sidled closer to Clint, and if Vincent had not been as concentrated as he was on the gap between the two he would have missed it when she slipped the gold watch off of the sharpshooter's wrist. Then, seeing that Vincent had seen the deed, she winked at the were-shifter. Immediately, without a percieved thought or command to do so, Vincent's fangs began to grow. They almost got near the edge of his lip, about an inch and a half long, before he realized it was happening and stopped it. Amelia had been addressed as a friend earlier by Clint- so then why had she stolen from him? Vincent was sure that she was genuine about being a comrade. Then it must be all in good fun. He understood the insatiable urge to steal every once in a while. However, true to his promise to Jong-hui, he always forced it down. Vincent's heart sank. Then that must mean that these people weren't as strong as he had thought. Giving into lust was a sign of weakness. Well, that revelation was disappointing. He genuinely thought about just saying to hell with it and laying upon them now. But he kept his composure with a burst of will. The woman would meet her fate. But Clint had given no reason for Vince to get offensive on them. Plus, the were-shifter was still wary of the bow and quiver of arrows on the short man's back. Tags: Amelia, Clint, and Anyone Else Who Decides to Wander In Word Count: 438 Notes: Yes, this thread is STILL open
"Vincent Himself Talks Like This." "Vincent in Chupacabra Form Talks Like This." "Others Talk Like This."
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Post by ameliaraven on Nov 20, 2012 23:10:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] we were born we are strong
i may be able to see your future
Amelia knew of course she'd give the watch back to her friend, she'd never keep something that she'd 'borrowed' from them. It was all in good fun, just keeping up her skills in case they came in handy. She glanced at Clint and smirked slyly, she wondered how long it would take him to notice that his watch was gone. She was sure she'd done this to him before, considering they were pretty good friends.
Her eyes returned to Vincent, who seemed to be watching her with piercing eyes. She nodded at his words, although was still suspicious. She didn't know if she trusted him or not, but Clint seemed to and she was going to trust his judgement until he was proven wrong.
The blonde's sapphire eyes flickered from the archer to the other man. A silence settled over them and Amelia had to resist the urge to say something, she hated silence since when she'd been on the streets silence either meant someone was close behind you ready to snatch you up or you were sneaking up behind an armed man who was ready to murder you.
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Post by Nicholas "Nick" Fury on Nov 26, 2012 16:21:49 GMT -5
N I C K F U R Y !
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He allowed them to walk off as Fury turned back to his work. He moved from the main area of the Hellicarrier to a different room in which had screens showcasing the recorded events of supers and villains around the world, some old and some very new. He stood with his arms crossed across his chest, lost in the thought. Wade Wilson, otherwise known as Deadpool, had gained access to the Hellicarrier and given his unique powers he would be fully capable of popping in on his own accord. Nick felt he could turn his head over his shoulder and see the man standing behind him. He knew he was extremely dangerous, Nick and Wade had more in common than some knew. They killed for money, they had a certain set of skills and used them well. Though Deadpool was virtually indestructible where Fury was very much human.
His eye narrowed as he watched the bullets spray out from the gun Wade held in his hand, the red and black suit covered every inch of his skin. He knew who he was. The other hand held one of his trademark swords before he vanished. Fury glanced to the large windows, observing the clouds before he turned on his heel of his boot and walked from the room. He didn't trust Deadpool however he would be of us to him, to SHIELD. He turned the corner, heading to the exact spot Clint was in at the moment. He had an idea, a plan of which he would entrust to one of his most loyal. He looked into the room before he stepped in. Vincent was still present while another one of his agents, Amelia Smith, had join the duo. Each one valuable and useful in their own respects. He walked through the door and stopped before he went further.
"Agent Barton, I was hoping to have a word with you," He spoke as he nodded to the others. Fury wasn't exactly asking as he glanced to Clint then turned and moved from the room and began walking back to the room in which housed the screens. He was going to give Hawkeye an assignment and he needed privacy for that.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Nov 27, 2012 3:17:46 GMT -5
Exactly like Amelia, Clint was still suspicious of the Asian man. Vincent's elaboration had made sense but some pieces were sill not in place. For instance, he had never thought that one would even want to refer to themselves as a monster unless they were crazy, diabolical, or insane. Second, he seemed to be hiding something. The sharpshooter got a feeling that he was playing a game. That, or he was really ticked off at someone and really wanted to fight. They could do that somewhere safer if he really wanted to.
Clint noticed the sudden change in atmosphere between Amelia and and Vincent- well, actually Vincent to Amelia- and knew something had just happened, but what wa a mystery. Alright, this was getting more and more interesting and perplexing by the moment. The sharpshooter raised his watch hand, his right, to his chin and stroked his chin. It was smooth, he had shaved that morning. What?- his watch was not on his wrist. Gone, out of the blue. Dropping his gaze from Vincent, he searched the floor and shook his head. "Huh. That's odd." He checked his wrist again, to make sure that he wasn't seeing things. He always put it on in the morning- never failed to. Had he forgotten? No. He clearly remembered taking it from thebbox by his bed and strapping it on with his left. He was a lefty, so he always put it on his right wrist.
Suddenly a thought struck him. Amelia was standing right there. Her claim to fame in SHIELD was her knack for stealing things. That would also make sense concerning the sudden change in mood. Vincent was obviously one that believed in moral and physical strength. So if he had sighted her taking the watch then he might think it vain and weak. "Give it back." He turned her way and smiled gently. "I didn't even notice and suspected nothing for a few minutes."
Then, footsteps down the corridor. It was Fury. The Big Man had a bit of a smug face on, and Clint knew that one of then was in store for either a talking-to or a mission discussion. "Agent Barton, I was hoping to have a word with you." "Oh, yessir." The sharpshooter nodded, and turned his attention back to his friends. "Sorry about this. I'll be back."
Then he turned, and pulled up beside the Big Man. "You called?"
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Post by ameliaraven on Dec 4, 2012 17:48:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] we were born we are strong
i may be able to see your future
Sparrow grinned, hiding the smirk as she watched Clint as he surveyed his wrist with confusion. When he spoke to her she smirked and handed it over. "Took you long enough," She teased him and looked over at Nick Fury. "Good afternoon, Sir." She gave him a nod of greeting. Her whole demeanor had changed just like that.
When Fury was around she stood at attention, waiting for a possible order. But as he called Clint aside she relaxed and turned her eyes to Vincent. "Well," she shrugged, "Looks like it's just you and me now." She offered a faint smile, absently twirling a strand of her right past shoulder length hair around her pointer finger, her sleeve slipping down slightly, exposing pale scars running across her arms from the years she spent living on the streets, fending for herself.
She hurriedly pushed her sleeve up, she didn't want to explain what secrets her past held. She licked her lips, her eyes flickering to the hall Clint had disappeared down. She sighed, brushing the hair from her face, her sapphire eyes blank.
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do not steal
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