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]

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.