1st Flight - text

[swissarmybow]

[Alright, so Hawkeye may, in fact, have spent some time going through the device and getting familiar with it, and he may have read up on the situation at hand, but he's not one to run in without a plan. Well, not into all-out war, anyway. He may also have noticed some familiar people in the archives.

Unobtrusive, he stands in a corner of the banquet hall, sending out a short message:]

I heard there's some things that need shooting. My kind of welcome.

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[strongeralone]

[So a hunter. He loves being right.]

Let's test that out.

[He needs backup and heck, he's got no one to trust these days. The random people he fought with did a heck of a lot more for him than his own sons.]

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[swissarmybow]

[Sort of right... But "I shoot people for a living, and apparently now aliens" is not the best conversation starter.]

What's the situation?

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[strongeralone]

[Aliens would be awkward. He doesn't need those on top of everything else he's dealing with.]

Monstrous mutations, damn hard to kill.

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[swissarmybow]

[Aliens and Norse demigods. Good times.]

But they can die, right? That's what matters.

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[strongeralone]

[He'll take those over them damn demons any day.]

Yes. What's your weapon?

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[swissarmybow]

Bow.

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[strongeralone]

[Bow. Bow. Is this a fucking joke? Where was this guy against the goddamn Mongols what the hell is he supposed to do with a freaking bow here?!]

What year are you from.

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[swissarmybow]

2012.

[Fuck yeah archery.]

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[strongeralone]

[2012. And he uses a goddamned bow.]

What area within the safe zone are you familiar with

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[swissarmybow]

[Really, really well, thanks.]

I just got here maybe five or ten minutes ago. Still reading up on things.

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[strongeralone]

Then be smart, stay in the safe zone until you get a handle on it.

[Last thing he needs is a rookie with a bow.]

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[swissarmybow]

That's the plan. I give it fifteen minutes or less before I get out there.

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[strongeralone]

Then you're an idiot.

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[swissarmybow]

Pretty quick to judge, aren't you?

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[strongeralone]

So are you if you think 15 minutes are enough to get the information you need to walk outside the safezone and survive. If you can't handle yourself you're putting others at risk. That's called being an asshole.

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[swissarmybow]

And if I can handle myself, that makes me an asset.

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[strongeralone]

You can't.

[He nearly died out there and he's had decades of training and a proper firearm.]

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[swissarmybow]

[And Clint helped fight off an alien invasion. Also his partner is here. Bet you didn't have a hot spy partner, bro.]

Want to make a bet, here?

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[strongeralone]

[No, he just got an angel stalker. Life just ain't fair.]

I'm not big on mounting heads on walls, they tend to stink.

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[swissarmybow]

[Poor baby!]

Who said anything about that?

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[strongeralone]

You did. You go out there without a partner and real prep, that's all you'll have left to give. Maybe.

[Starting to comprehend the seriousness of the situation, are we?]

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[swissarmybow]

Never said I was going alone.

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[strongeralone]

So you might survive to come running back.

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[swissarmybow]

You're underestimating me. That's fine.