The Nowhere King | Surveying The Damage
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xp_logsAfter Namor passes out, Clint Barton is left to deal with the aftermath of the morning's conflict and decide how to best move on.
There was a thud as the hovering man hit the floor.
Clint stayed frozen for a long, silent moment after the cryo-monkey — laptop-smashing asshole — collapsed because... he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything that time to take him down. Maybe all the prior attempts had finally taken their toll, a cumulative impact sort of deal. Either way, he maintained his position for several seconds, listening to the rhythmic dripping of water, the fizzling of fried electronics, and the drone of whatever backup systems SWORD had in place as they finally kicked in.
Then, hoping this wasn't some kind of elaborate ruse, Clint worked his way carefully out of the fallen shelving, trying to move diagonally so as to avoid popping up right where the man had fallen.
Clearing the worse of the debris, the agent paused to assess the overall situation and prioritize, then ran for the supervisor's office to get the heavy-duty restraints. He stopped over in his own little cubbyhole to grab the last of the sedatives he used to make his arrows before heading back to the stranger. Considering the man's apparent strength as well as his at least semi-invulnerability, it would be unwise to use the prescribed zip-ties.
His head whirling with everything that had taken place, Clint finished restraining the man and opened the bottle of liquid sedative. He wasn't even sure he could get a needle into the man, given how he'd repelled the arrows before, so he just poured most of it down the man's throat, making sure he didn't choke, before pocketing the rest.
Imminent danger dealt with, Clint headed to the area where he'd left Sue earlier... only Sue wasn't there. In fact, there was no trace of her. He went back to check the room and the tube was gone. The rope was gone. The skylight was closed. He'd bet it was even locked again. From the inside.
"Motherfucker," Clint muttered, allowing paranoia to get the better of him as he checked on the guy who'd fallen out of the cryotube again. Yes, there was a pulse and breathing was happening. Excellent. Which left him with the biggest mess in SWORD history to deal with.
Clicking his tongue behind his teeth briefly, Clint studied the warehouse, noting the extensive water damage and the fact that — yes, that was actually a pipe sticking out of the wall, various electrical cords sheared off to either side of it.
He had a decision to make. It wasn't necessarily an easy one, but he didn't beat himself up over it too much, either. Walking into the room where the tube had been, he checked the floor. Flooded. "Good," he muttered, sitting on his heels near it, anyway, to check and see if anything had come out of the tube with the man. Cryofreezing usually took some kind of medium, he thought. But whatever might have contained the man while he was in there, it had apparently dissolved.
"What else, what else," Clint murmured, looking from the ruined walls and the broken shelving to the stranger again. He rubbed his eyes, pushing the heels of his palms against them until lights burst behind his eyelids, then shook himself and went back to his supervisor's office.
Using the backup power system, such as it was, he accessed the security files and combed through them slowly, checking to see what might have been caught on camera. Luckily, there was nothing of Susan on the tapes, just the rope dropping down and him approaching with his pizza.
After he entered the room, nothing much happened. Clint watched himself shoot the arrow, but then... everything started to fritz out. He could only assume the guy's water whatever had started working earlier than had been evident, because the video from all angles cut out a few moments later. There was nothing on there to identify Sue or anything that had happened.
Which left him making one phone call. Clarice picked up almost immediately and Clint figured he was lucky for that, at least. After she agreed to help him out, he gave her the coordinates for the warehouse and hung up. Then he called SSA Coulson, gave a basic, if highly abridged, version of events, and explained that a clean-up crew was going to need to come through. He also tendered his resignation, effective immediately, but agreed to head into the Triskelion for debriefing once he got back to New York.
Then all he had to do was wait. Thankfully, Clarice didn't keep him waiting long. And then he, along with his very angry, very unconscious new friend, walked through a portal and into the mansion's medlab. Clint thanked every single deity he could think of that his brother had gotten hooked up with these people.
There was a thud as the hovering man hit the floor.
Clint stayed frozen for a long, silent moment after the cryo-monkey — laptop-smashing asshole — collapsed because... he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything that time to take him down. Maybe all the prior attempts had finally taken their toll, a cumulative impact sort of deal. Either way, he maintained his position for several seconds, listening to the rhythmic dripping of water, the fizzling of fried electronics, and the drone of whatever backup systems SWORD had in place as they finally kicked in.
Then, hoping this wasn't some kind of elaborate ruse, Clint worked his way carefully out of the fallen shelving, trying to move diagonally so as to avoid popping up right where the man had fallen.
Clearing the worse of the debris, the agent paused to assess the overall situation and prioritize, then ran for the supervisor's office to get the heavy-duty restraints. He stopped over in his own little cubbyhole to grab the last of the sedatives he used to make his arrows before heading back to the stranger. Considering the man's apparent strength as well as his at least semi-invulnerability, it would be unwise to use the prescribed zip-ties.
His head whirling with everything that had taken place, Clint finished restraining the man and opened the bottle of liquid sedative. He wasn't even sure he could get a needle into the man, given how he'd repelled the arrows before, so he just poured most of it down the man's throat, making sure he didn't choke, before pocketing the rest.
Imminent danger dealt with, Clint headed to the area where he'd left Sue earlier... only Sue wasn't there. In fact, there was no trace of her. He went back to check the room and the tube was gone. The rope was gone. The skylight was closed. He'd bet it was even locked again. From the inside.
"Motherfucker," Clint muttered, allowing paranoia to get the better of him as he checked on the guy who'd fallen out of the cryotube again. Yes, there was a pulse and breathing was happening. Excellent. Which left him with the biggest mess in SWORD history to deal with.
Clicking his tongue behind his teeth briefly, Clint studied the warehouse, noting the extensive water damage and the fact that — yes, that was actually a pipe sticking out of the wall, various electrical cords sheared off to either side of it.
He had a decision to make. It wasn't necessarily an easy one, but he didn't beat himself up over it too much, either. Walking into the room where the tube had been, he checked the floor. Flooded. "Good," he muttered, sitting on his heels near it, anyway, to check and see if anything had come out of the tube with the man. Cryofreezing usually took some kind of medium, he thought. But whatever might have contained the man while he was in there, it had apparently dissolved.
"What else, what else," Clint murmured, looking from the ruined walls and the broken shelving to the stranger again. He rubbed his eyes, pushing the heels of his palms against them until lights burst behind his eyelids, then shook himself and went back to his supervisor's office.
Using the backup power system, such as it was, he accessed the security files and combed through them slowly, checking to see what might have been caught on camera. Luckily, there was nothing of Susan on the tapes, just the rope dropping down and him approaching with his pizza.
After he entered the room, nothing much happened. Clint watched himself shoot the arrow, but then... everything started to fritz out. He could only assume the guy's water whatever had started working earlier than had been evident, because the video from all angles cut out a few moments later. There was nothing on there to identify Sue or anything that had happened.
Which left him making one phone call. Clarice picked up almost immediately and Clint figured he was lucky for that, at least. After she agreed to help him out, he gave her the coordinates for the warehouse and hung up. Then he called SSA Coulson, gave a basic, if highly abridged, version of events, and explained that a clean-up crew was going to need to come through. He also tendered his resignation, effective immediately, but agreed to head into the Triskelion for debriefing once he got back to New York.
Then all he had to do was wait. Thankfully, Clarice didn't keep him waiting long. And then he, along with his very angry, very unconscious new friend, walked through a portal and into the mansion's medlab. Clint thanked every single deity he could think of that his brother had gotten hooked up with these people.
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