Time Capsule

[cfbhawkeye]

Doctor Stephen Strange is a handy fella. Between the whole time space and general dimensional weirdness and mutations out there its nice to be on the good side of someone that can actually choose and control where they'd like to go.

Strange is starting to become Clint's go-to guy for general weirdness he can't figure out on his own. It's costing him a fortune in fancy teas and Red Sox tickets but its worth it when it results in things working out. And Clint would rather prod him than Loki for these kind of power trips.

And Strange seems rather thrilled by the idea of a two hundred year jump in addition to a colossal fling through space to pop aboard the USS Enterprise with his general suck the ozone of the immediate area and minor implosion.

It was worse than Mjolnir...

Clint was pretty glad he didn't eat much and there for didn't puke too much all over the shiny metal floor of the Federation Flagship.

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[cfbhawkeye]

Clint lets the operative ramble a bit more before picking up the henchman's abandoned rifle, cracking the stock across his face and knocking him out cold. He curses and looked towards Jim. "Hydra. Should've figured. They never friggin quit.Seems like they had an idea to try and use this stuff to overhaul their Tesseract weapons stash from the War."

Clint tosses the assault rifle towards Jim before taking the extra handguns and ammunition from the soldiers and corpse. "There's probably more in the building. Stay here a bit, grab the gerbil or whatever if you see him. I'll get the door open. Reinforcements are already in motion-"

He scooped up the phone from under a table and flashed it before putting it to his ear. He turned and headed for a table, climbing aboard to boost himself up towards the hole in the vent.

[james_kirk]

"You realize that makes almost zero sense to me, right? I'm thinkin' this is one of those questions-later-type situations, so--" he pauses to catch the rifle and then keeps on going, "--I'm not gonna force you to elaborate on any of that. Hydra's the bad guys. I got that much."

At the instruction to stay here, he shakes his head. "Hey, I'm not gonna just sit on my ass inside a locked room while you do all the daring, adventurous stuff." He climbs on the table after Barton and looks up at him. "...You're small, but you can jump, I'll give you that."

[cfbhawkeye]

"Wanna yell a little louder?" Clint hissed. Seriously. Kirk. Not the best time to be shouting.

"Look, I'm asking you to stay here, try and find Tank if you can and guard this stuff. We can't let any of it get taken. Better one of us stays here. You know how to make use of some of it. I don't. If we both leave all of it's compromised and scrapped. This stuff is more important than me and probably way more important to the whole time space continuum thing. I'm trusting you with it."

Clint doubt a plea for Kirk's own safety would work out so well, but pushing a sense of duty would probably have a better effect.

Besides. Kirk's made it kind of clear he's more of a knock em out than terminate kind of guy. Clint understands the sentiment but considering the situation this is now search and destroy.

"I'll come open the door when I can get the system rebooted. Should take ten minutes. You'll have to confirm from this side. Don't unless its me. Not even for Natasha Romanov. Okay?"

[james_kirk]

"The hell are you talking about? I'm not yelling." He looks absolutely perplexed at Clint and wonders if the guy has his hearing aids turned up too high, or something.

Though, Jim does end up sighing and he hops off the table. Clint does have a point about guarding the gadgets. Jim doesn't like it, but it's still a fair point.

"I have no idea who Natasha Romanov is, but sure. I'll just be down here, setting up mouse traps." Grumble, grumble. He hates being left out of the action.

[cfbhawkeye]

He does actually have his hearing aids cranked up to near max. Trying to catch every movement and sound around him. Kirk's protest had sounded like screaming to him despite the tone.

"I'll introduce you two when everything's all copisetic. Ten minutes. Time me. If it hits twenty then I'm probably dead." Clint tosses his cell to Kirk. "I suggest only calling one of the Avengers. Preferably Steve or Tony, can't really trust anyone these days."

Clint ducked out of sight and started worming his way through the vents and finding a grate, dropping down into the open halls of the facility. He set off towards the command room.

[james_kirk]

Well, Jim can't say this is the first time people have shouted commands at him like he knows what the hell is going on. Who the fuck are the Avengers?

Well, alright, if they're supposed to be backup, he'll search through Clint's phone for the names and give a call. ...Voicemail. On both. Jim leaves short, to-the-point messages, but he's got to wonder if they're really busy or if they're screening their calls. He does actually know about call display here.

After that, it's time to go on the hunt for Tiny. It's hard tracking a mouse in a giant room full of tables and random debris, so Jim has to rely quite heavily on the night vision in these glasses, as well as his own hearing, listening for the scampers of tiny feet. And every once in a while, he'll check the time to make sure Clint hasn't died yet.