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Matt & Clint | Post-Mission Debrief (backdated)
Clint and Matt discuss the lead-up the new eXcal's first mission through the wormhole.
The mission had been a success. That was great. Clint was pleased nothing had broken down or been fried when the team hopped from one universe to another. The mission report was gonna be fun to write up.
What wasn't gonna be fun? The conversation he was going to have to have with his brother because where the fuck had he come from all dressed up in his suit and ready to throw himself into a wormhole. An unstable wormhole? If their dads ever found out, they were both getting murdered just so they could be resurrected and sent to their rooms to think about what they'd done.
"Hey bro," Clint called, catching Matt's attention as the others left the Chapel. "You got a minute?"
When the call had gone out that they had a mission through the wormhole, Matt had responded without considering his brother or dads. Or more accurately, he had in general when becoming a vigilante and then later an X-Man, but not in this specific instance. "Yeah, sup?" he asked, freshly showered after the mission and dressed in jeans and a soft hoodie.
Clint wasn't entirely sure how to say what he wanted to say because it wasn't like he was mad about Matt participating in the mission, it was just that his personal concerns about the safety of the whole thing had sort of been shuffled off to the side and then his brother had jumped through the wormhole. He hadn't really had time to process the whole thing, but it was making him itch.
"What'd you know about this mission before signing up?" Clint asked, trying to come at it from a non-aggressive angle because Matt was stubborn like no other and that wasn't where he wanted to take the conversation.
Thinking for a minute, Matt replied, "Not much," he said finally, which wasn't entirely uncommon, though this was less than most. "Your pet wormhole was having issues and a team needed to go through and see to another universe to stabilize it. That's why we had the arm cuffs. To monitor us and the wormhole."
Nodding, Clint said, "Yeah, that's... basically what I figured you'd know before going in." He took a deep breath, puffed his cheeks out, and leaned back in his wheely chair. "Just... I had some concerns about this mission going in. I'm glad it all worked out and that the other universe stabilized, don't get me wrong.
"But this whole thing -- it's a first. Like, a halfway anchored but unstable wormhole? It's a scientific marvel to begin with, but there was no testing prior to you and everybody else jumping in. I wanted to throw something inanimate through, see what the fuck was going on -- I mean. Matt." Clint stopped to rub his eyes. "Matt, there was no guarantee you'd even be able to breathe on the other side. We had no idea what was even going on on the other side. I'm not... look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but I also don't want to have to explain to Andre and Steve that you died because you went through a wormhole and landed at the bottom of some other universe's ocean where the pressure squished you so we have to have a closed-casket funeral."
Matt stopped, turning to face his brother. "You didn't send a drone or something first," he stated, voice hard as a rock. His pissed off Daredevil voice. "Nothing."
"Between getting called in on this, telling them I wanted to, and the other universe potentially collapsing? No," Clint said, shaking his head. "And believe me, I wanted to."
It was a first year law student blunder to assume, but that's exactly what Matt had done, trusting his brother. "Them?" he asked, carefully, not wanting to make the same mistakes he already had.
"Yeah, man. This whole thing came together over like four days. Molly, Kane, and Kitty threw a box of tech at me and asked if I could make it work so they could use DR-based equipment with my monitoring setup. Then Molly's blowing up at me and then I'm buried under like 48 hours of trying to make sure none of the tech's gonna get fucked. Next thing I know, you're showing up with the Megs and fuckin' -- Jesus, man."
Taking a long, deep breath, Matt exhaled loudly, running hands through his hair. "Let's go destroy shit," he said finally. "And I'm not letting my people go through again until it's fully tested. I knew it was dangerous, more than most missions. Alternate dimensions and all that. I didn't know all this," and for all that he was willing to take risks, he wasn't actually reckless, especially not with other people's lives. "We're not doing this again until you're satisfied it's.... as safe and stable and whatever else as it can be. I know there's no guarantee, no absolutes. But we need - no, we deserve, better than that."
"God, yes. Thank fuck," Clint said, half-collapsing against the back of his chair. "Lemme get somebody down here to monitor the thing. And I gotta start working with Molly on something that'll basically, I dunno, cap the thing like the iris in fucking Stargate so nothing unwanted can follow you back."
Smiling, Matt shook out his shoulders, "Good plan. And a way to pull us back automatically if something goes sideways," he had no idea of that was possible but it sounded like something to try."
"That's something that's already integrated into the gauntlet," Clint said, pulling his phone out to text Doug. "But it's only been tested in the DR, not through a wormhole, so theoretically it works, but who the fuck knows for real at this point?" He made a mental note that they'd need something like a containment room around the wormhole so that they could lock it up tight when not actively using it for something like fixing an anomaly. He didn't want to wormhole squish people like April, who was great, but he also wanted the ability to stop hostiles who might somehow figure out how to follow the teams back.
Clint's phone buzzed and he looked down to see he'd gotten a reply. "Doug's on his way down. We just need to wait for him and then we can beat shit up."
The mission had been a success. That was great. Clint was pleased nothing had broken down or been fried when the team hopped from one universe to another. The mission report was gonna be fun to write up.
What wasn't gonna be fun? The conversation he was going to have to have with his brother because where the fuck had he come from all dressed up in his suit and ready to throw himself into a wormhole. An unstable wormhole? If their dads ever found out, they were both getting murdered just so they could be resurrected and sent to their rooms to think about what they'd done.
"Hey bro," Clint called, catching Matt's attention as the others left the Chapel. "You got a minute?"
When the call had gone out that they had a mission through the wormhole, Matt had responded without considering his brother or dads. Or more accurately, he had in general when becoming a vigilante and then later an X-Man, but not in this specific instance. "Yeah, sup?" he asked, freshly showered after the mission and dressed in jeans and a soft hoodie.
Clint wasn't entirely sure how to say what he wanted to say because it wasn't like he was mad about Matt participating in the mission, it was just that his personal concerns about the safety of the whole thing had sort of been shuffled off to the side and then his brother had jumped through the wormhole. He hadn't really had time to process the whole thing, but it was making him itch.
"What'd you know about this mission before signing up?" Clint asked, trying to come at it from a non-aggressive angle because Matt was stubborn like no other and that wasn't where he wanted to take the conversation.
Thinking for a minute, Matt replied, "Not much," he said finally, which wasn't entirely uncommon, though this was less than most. "Your pet wormhole was having issues and a team needed to go through and see to another universe to stabilize it. That's why we had the arm cuffs. To monitor us and the wormhole."
Nodding, Clint said, "Yeah, that's... basically what I figured you'd know before going in." He took a deep breath, puffed his cheeks out, and leaned back in his wheely chair. "Just... I had some concerns about this mission going in. I'm glad it all worked out and that the other universe stabilized, don't get me wrong.
"But this whole thing -- it's a first. Like, a halfway anchored but unstable wormhole? It's a scientific marvel to begin with, but there was no testing prior to you and everybody else jumping in. I wanted to throw something inanimate through, see what the fuck was going on -- I mean. Matt." Clint stopped to rub his eyes. "Matt, there was no guarantee you'd even be able to breathe on the other side. We had no idea what was even going on on the other side. I'm not... look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but I also don't want to have to explain to Andre and Steve that you died because you went through a wormhole and landed at the bottom of some other universe's ocean where the pressure squished you so we have to have a closed-casket funeral."
Matt stopped, turning to face his brother. "You didn't send a drone or something first," he stated, voice hard as a rock. His pissed off Daredevil voice. "Nothing."
"Between getting called in on this, telling them I wanted to, and the other universe potentially collapsing? No," Clint said, shaking his head. "And believe me, I wanted to."
It was a first year law student blunder to assume, but that's exactly what Matt had done, trusting his brother. "Them?" he asked, carefully, not wanting to make the same mistakes he already had.
"Yeah, man. This whole thing came together over like four days. Molly, Kane, and Kitty threw a box of tech at me and asked if I could make it work so they could use DR-based equipment with my monitoring setup. Then Molly's blowing up at me and then I'm buried under like 48 hours of trying to make sure none of the tech's gonna get fucked. Next thing I know, you're showing up with the Megs and fuckin' -- Jesus, man."
Taking a long, deep breath, Matt exhaled loudly, running hands through his hair. "Let's go destroy shit," he said finally. "And I'm not letting my people go through again until it's fully tested. I knew it was dangerous, more than most missions. Alternate dimensions and all that. I didn't know all this," and for all that he was willing to take risks, he wasn't actually reckless, especially not with other people's lives. "We're not doing this again until you're satisfied it's.... as safe and stable and whatever else as it can be. I know there's no guarantee, no absolutes. But we need - no, we deserve, better than that."
"God, yes. Thank fuck," Clint said, half-collapsing against the back of his chair. "Lemme get somebody down here to monitor the thing. And I gotta start working with Molly on something that'll basically, I dunno, cap the thing like the iris in fucking Stargate so nothing unwanted can follow you back."
Smiling, Matt shook out his shoulders, "Good plan. And a way to pull us back automatically if something goes sideways," he had no idea of that was possible but it sounded like something to try."
"That's something that's already integrated into the gauntlet," Clint said, pulling his phone out to text Doug. "But it's only been tested in the DR, not through a wormhole, so theoretically it works, but who the fuck knows for real at this point?" He made a mental note that they'd need something like a containment room around the wormhole so that they could lock it up tight when not actively using it for something like fixing an anomaly. He didn't want to wormhole squish people like April, who was great, but he also wanted the ability to stop hostiles who might somehow figure out how to follow the teams back.
Clint's phone buzzed and he looked down to see he'd gotten a reply. "Doug's on his way down. We just need to wait for him and then we can beat shit up."
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