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01 - Brave New... Planet?

Who: Clint Barton and open unless otherwise noted.
What: Hospital shenanigans, farming explorations, and checking out the hotel.
When: First days on the planet.
Where: The hospital, the greenhouse/farm area, the hotel, and Cyan 16.
Warnings: None, will edit as needed.

1. The Hospital

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Clint isn't really a medical sort of guy; he tends to be the one needing medical assistance or the one bringing the hurt to the bad guys. So, as far as he's concerned, hospitals, doctors, and nurses were all well and good, but he prefers keeping them at arm's length whenever possible.

Luckily for him, this particular hospital seems empty, so even though he knows he'll never be fully at home in a medical setting, at least he doesn't have to worry about someone in a white coat trying to stick him with a syringe or run some other annoying test. In theory, anyway.

For the most part, he stays on the perimeter of things, not wanting to get too entangled nor too lost. Not that his sense of direction is so bad. This is a new place and he doesn't quite have his bearings just yet. And in case the unexpected happens, he reasons that it's better to be on the fringes of the room, closest to the exit so that he can make a quick escape.

As he passes by one of the many rooms, he spots an array of odd-looking canisters lined up on a shelf. Upon closer inspection, he notes the bizarre red mist swirling about inside, and it's then that warning bells started going off. Anything with mist was usually bad; add in the red color of said mist, and Clint's inclined to put as much distance between himself and those canisters as possible. Nothing good could come from lingering too long. Right?

... Right.

For now, he decides the canisters are best left alone and moves onto looking for anything else that might be useful. He can always double back to the canisters later.

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It really isn't all that surprising that he'd run into his wife here in the hospital. She'd worked in a similar setting before they'd gotten married, and he knew she still held some interest in the profession. And given that they were currently on a strange alien planet, it made even more sense that he'd find her in a medical area. Who knew when one of them, or someone else around them, might need a little extra help?

Sure, he dislikes doctors and all things medical, but sometimes accidents happen.

He's having a look at a set of shelves, poking carefully through debris trying to find something useful, when something catches his eye. "Hey, hon, want to take a look at this?" This isn't really his area of expertise, but if anyone can identify useful objects, it's going to be her.

2. The Farm

Now this is more up his alley. Sure, it's not anything like the farmhouse back at home, but it's unmistakable for anything but a place to grow food and raise animals.

Sure, Clint doesn't recognize any of the plants just yet, and he doesn't immediately spot any animals hanging around, but the more he explores, the more he's reasonably certain those pens look like they're meant to contain animals. Sure, there's a good chance they had other uses once, but he doesn't particularly want to guess at what those other uses might be.

It's not until he descends to the lower levels that his interest really begins to rise. Those unattended pens were interesting, albeit devoid of any kind of animal life, but- He pauses and turns to his right, wondering if he's hearing things. It definitely sounded like a horse's whinny, but where was it coming from?

"I must be going crazy. What would a horse be doing down here?" He hadn't yet noticed the open fields, or else he could have answered his own question.

Some time later, Clint can be found circling the Data Point, as if doing so would somehow clue him in as to what information it contained. He can't help but feel a little bit wary of it, because the last time he interacted with something like it, an overload of information was unceremoniously dumped into his brain.

"Touch it or don't touch it? Why is that always the question?" He grumbles mostly to himself, knowing the answer is that most people can't help but touch things, especially very conspicuous glowing orbs.

3. Cyan 16

The town square is interesting enough, but it's also fairly normal, if a collection of buildings that have clearly seen better days can be considered normal. As far as Clint is concerned, everything could be innocuous, or it could also be concealing something very sinister. They don't really have a way of knowing which one is which, and whether it's paranoia talking or not, he can't help but feel wary.

Either way, exploration is the name of the game, so he heads out past the town square, wanting to see what lies beyond.

He doesn't get very far before he encounters a large, looming gate, and a nearby path that has clearly not been maintained. It just screams "danger", and while Clint isn't afraid of things like overgrown paths, it doesn't seem very wise to go down one without backup. Who knows what could be down there?

So, since he's already here, he decides to at least inspect the gate a little closer before heading back to the main part of town.

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It's a good question. Absolutely a good question. Tommy, who had been coming out to get more water to water plants with, catches sight of Clint as he asks it, and just grins.

"Because the first rule of being a hero is that there is always going to be weird, glowy, alien tech to touch? You should touch it. I touched it. Bam, I know what I can eat. Think about it, Hawkguy. Especially because then you can help me rename all the plants. Because I don't like the Agrii names. Cyanana is definitely better."

[ Hospitals honestly make his skin crawl, but it's easy enough to compartmentalize in the moment- there's exploring to do and someone has to do it. It's easy enough to see that this place was once thriving with activity and the absence of life adds another level of unease. His fingers itch for a weapon of some sort, and he hopes that at the very least he might come upon a rusty scalpel. Not that he needs it, but it would help.

There's nothing of much use that he uncovers through his wandering, and it's on his way back out that he hears someone moving about. Peering into the room he sees..someone who he vaguely remembers from the airport in Germany.

Clint. Natasha's Clint.

He nods his head in greeting but keeps his distance. ]

Anything?

As though Natasha is going to leave her best friend to scout out the area himself. It's not that she doesn't trust Clint—she does, implicitly, which is why she has his back and why she trusts him to have hers.

She gives him some space, flanking left while he goes right. She's just passed a room with some kind of equipment she doesn't recognize and doesn't look like it was made for human bodies when she notices him pausing at a door across the way. From her angle, she can't quite make out what might be on the other side from where she is but Clint's reaction tells her a lot.

Almost everything she needs to know.

"We have trouble over there?"

Yeah, it probably is a good question, but it's also a question that's kind of a pain in the ass, in Clint's opinion. Because he knows what he wants to do, even though he knows he probably shouldn't do it. When has anything good come from touching mysterious orbs?

"Is that the first rule? I thought the first rule was 'don't do anything stupid'." Which, if that's true, he's already broken that a few times over. "If the hero types are going around doing stupid things, who's gonna be left to do the smart things?"

Still, he can't pretend there's not some merit in learning what's safe to eat and what's not. Assuming that's all there is to it, and that there's not some other undesirable side effect to go along with it.

"You're sure that's what happens?" He hopes Tommy doesn't interpret that as him not believing what he says. He just can't help but feel a little skeptical of things still.

“Most of the heroes I know personally are teens, so your first rule? We rarely follow it.”

And sometimes that is an effective way to handle things. Sometimes. Other times, well, those times don’t work out as clearly, so they? The times they need backup, or solutions the team can’t handle on their own or with only their normal skill set.

“I haven’t noticed side effects yet. Not sure that I would either. So I mean, at your own risk?”

[ They have that same effect on him, but he also can more or less push those unsettling thoughts to the back of his mind. Sure, he's glad he hasn't encountered any doctors or nurses, but that's also not fitting for a hospital. So rather than reassure him, the absence of any other people besides himself only adds to his unease.

He's looking into each room he comes across, but nothing of interest jumps out except for those strange canisters. It's while he's surveying them a little closer, he realizes he's not alone. Turning slightly so he can get a better look, he says: ]

Yeah, these things here have something weird inside them.

[ Better out than in, he thinks, as he gives Bucky a brief once-over. He remembers him from the airport too, although they didn't have much time to really talk. He has no beef with the guy, because as far as he's concerned, if he has Steve's endorsement, that has to mean something. Sure, there's such a thing as blind spots, but at the end of the day, he gets it. ]

You see anything?

[ The lack of people is what's the most concerning. Did they all die? Disappear? Is there a basement full of bodies that they're going to have to discover? There are too many variables, and it reminds him a bit too much of the planets they'd visited who'd tried their hand at terraforming which had gone horribly wrong. He moves into the room but keeps the door within sight. His brow furrows at what Clint has to say. ]

Not a damn thing.. What kind of something weird?

It's just how they work, and how they have worked for a long time. It doesn't matter whether they're on Earth or they're on some alien planet dealing with more uncertainties than anything else.

He thinks he spots a flash of red just on the edge of his peripheral vision, but his attention is drawn by something inside the room, so he keeps going. When she eventually asks him a question, he's quick to respond.

"Could be something, or it could be nothing, but either way, I don't trust it." Not that red swirling mist contained inside a canister screams trustworthy, but still. Details.

"Fair enough, but then again, I know a lot of people who really should follow that rule who don't, so- I guess it's not really a foolproof rule after all."

He chuckles a bit, because he knows a few rulebreakers, and some might consider him one of them. There really is no such thing as a one-size-fits-all approach to handling things. It doesn't pay to be hung up on routines; being adaptive is an important part of their line of work, after all.

"I'd say that describes everything about life in general." No one ever said living was safe. "So, you really can tell the plants apart?"

[ Clint could definitely do without stumbling upon a basement full of bodies, but he also knows they rarely get what they want. Why should this situation be any different? ]

See those canisters on the wall? There's something inside them, but your guess is as good as mine as to what that something is.

[ It wouldn't be the worst thing that he's ever found if they did, but he's more than happy to keep that particular box on his list unchecked. ]

Probably best if we leave 'em alone for now.

[Laura gravitates to the hospital because it's what she knows. Something out here where she feels like maybe she can do something, actually be helpful. She's raised enough children to be sure that it's only a matter of time before they're handling cuts and sprains and everything else. The fact that Clint finds his way to the hospital is only somewhat surprising-- she knows his distaste for doctors or listening to medical advise. But well, these things happen.

He's poking around the shelves while she acquaints herself with the the cabinets of alien supplies. It's been a while since she's worked in emergency medicine, but apparently they've got that covered with whatever tech it is they use to inject knowledge into peoples' heads. Not something she's exactly comfortable with, but for the moment it makes sorting through what supplies they have a lot easier. So she'll complain about it later.]

Sure, give me a sec.

[Just enough time to scoop the surprisingly intact injectors she'd found back into a drawer, before heading over to see what he's found.]

What've you got?

Guess so. But they don't look exactly stable, like it wouldn't take much for someone to happen by, accidentally brush against one, and release whatever's in there.

[ Or maybe he's just blowing hot air, and that's not likely to happen at all. ]

[ It's true, he's always been ill at ease around doctors and hospitals, and that really hasn't changed. It doesn't help that this particular hospital has an unsettling vibe, not helped at all by the fact that it's very clearly empty. Hospitals are usually full of people and workers, but not this one.

Clint tries to push those thoughts down as he rifles through the various shelves, hoping to find something remotely useful. What he finds instead is something slightly different, which is why he alerts Laura to it. ]

I don't know, really. Some kind of canister for holding something.

[ He points at the shelving where said canisters are lined up. It's instinctive on his part, the urge to stand a little bit in front of her, as if to try shielding her from potentially dangerous objects. It doesn't quite make sense since he doesn't even know what the canisters are, but he's getting a funny sort of vibe about this place. ]

Seen anything like that before?

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[ Hard to tell, honestly. It can go either way on an alien planet. ]

We could mark the door for later and keep looking. Might find something that will tell us what the hell that is.

Well that revelation earns a snicker from Tommy. Good to know the Avengers aren't infallible. That's actually somewhat of a comfort. Makes the mistakes he's made seem a bit less major, especially since they've been at it longer.

"Yeah, I can. Even know about composting and proper care, like which plants like how much sun and which like lots of water or little water. Granted for all I know it's replaced other important stuff in my head and I wouldn't know to miss it. Not that I knew much stuff that was vitally important anyway."

"Be careful," she says. She probably shouldn't have to. It's not that Clint isn't cautious and it's not that he's smart; it's that Natasha is also cautious and smart, and she knows exactly how much trouble she still manages to get into.

She has a pretty good idea how much trouble Clint gets into to.

"If it looks like there could be a leak, maybe we should find something to cordon off the area."

Clint fakes an indignant eyebrow raise, and maybe he shouldn't say things like that about his teammates, but the fact is that the Avengers are a lot of things, but infallible isn't always one of them. Sure, they're made up of gods and guys with super-powered suits, and in the grand scheme of things, he's just a normal dude with a bow and arrows. But still, they all have their foibles and their shortcomings. They just don't like to admit it.

"Okay, but that's a valid point, isn't it? You don't know what could be missing, if anything." Maybe Clint doesn't know a lot of vitally important information either, but he doesn't like the idea of something replacing parts of what he knows without him even realizing it.

"But hey, we could just call you the composting and plants expert."

Yeah, good idea. Here's hoping there's actually something useful around here, 'cause so far, I haven't seen anything.

[ It seems more likely to him that any secrets this place has are probably going to stay just that: secrets.

Or they're just not going to be that easy to figure out. Either one is a likely possibility. ]

"Come on, I'm always careful, aren't I?" The words slip out just as easily as he can fake a smile; it feels familiar, like they've done this more times than he can count. Light banter is somewhat of a habit now, and he knows Natasha's quick enough on the uptake to respond with retorts of her own. But in all seriousness, it's those very qualities that make them such good partners. They know how the other works, and more importantly, they complement each other. Where Clint leaves off, Natasha picks right back up. If that weren't the case, then their reputations back when they were known as Strike Team: Delta wouldn't have become what they are.

Still, he does like to get himself in trouble, mostly because he feels it makes things more exciting. There's a difference between getting into trouble and being foolish, though. It's a fine line, but he thinks he can tell the difference.

"Yeah, whatever's in there, we don't really want it spreading." The last thing they need is some kind of widespread epidemic. Though maybe that's what brought this place down, who knows? "Got any crime scene tape on you?" He's not completely serious, of course, but that's what he thinks of when he thinks about cordoning off an area.

Expertise is pretty nice. In fact, it makes Tommy grin to think he might know something well enough to instruct other people. Positively grins.

"Yeah, you know what? Don't touch the shiny orb. I'm more than happy to help instruct. You cool with having a guy my age have some authority over you? Most adults don't really like teens doing that. Assume we can't know enough to know how to take care of ourselves."

Which is probably true most of the time. Tommy's just a special sort of case.

Natasha shoots him a glance that speaks volumes: Are you?

It's almost like old times, though. The back and forth comes easily, almost effortlessly at this point. It's comfortable, and on a strange planet exploring a strange facility full of questionable specimens, it's comforting. She almost smiles. Almost.

"Not exactly tape, but I'm sure we can find something." It might not be as official or as brightly colored as police tape, but she has to have some level of confidence in their ability to improvise. Considering all the situations they've got into and out of successfully over the years, making a rope can't be so difficult. "Maybe there's some sheets or bandages we could use around here."

Clint isn't the only one that is out exploring. Steve has gone around the town a few times, mostly on the hunt for food. Super soldiers had to spend a good portion of their time focused on keeping their bodies fed so Steve's days had been filled with that up until Tommy started finding starch-cucumbers that would keep him going. That led him to going further and deeper into this strange town. And also, that is what led him to Clint.

At first, Steve doesn't recognize his friend. Last he'd seen him had been right before Clint and the rest of his friends had been collected up and tossed onto the worst cruise ever. Back then he hadn't looked...quite the way he does now. So it takes a second, but Steve still knows him. His face cracks into a warm smile as he jogs forward with a warning "Hey!" before clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Clint!" Of course, this was a weird place where this version of his friend might not even know him. Steve pulls his hand back, fast. "It's Steve! You know me?"

"Hey, now, that's not how I roll." Sure, Tommy probably doesn't know this about him, but he's about to explain anyway. "If someone's knowledgeable about something, doesn't matter how old they are. I'm gonna listen to 'em. I'm not like most adults; at least, I think I'm not."

He's willing to let Tommy take the lead here, but that's also not going to stop him from touching the orb, if that's ultimately what he decides to do. He hasn't reached a conclusion there just yet.

"So, what else do you know?"

He just shrugs and rolls his eyes, as if to say "Who knows?" Because "careful" and him don't always go hand in hand, and he knows they both know that.

The ease with which they fall into joking with each other is a welcome thing for Clint; he needs this, the friendly ribbing and camaraderie. It helps keep him grounded, instead of floating adrift like he feels like he's been lately.

"It's pretty universal, right? Put something in front of a doorway or whatever, and hopefully people'll get the message to stay out." So, having said that, he looks around, looking for a spot he hasn't searched already. "You want to switch? You take that side, I'll take the other, and we'll regroup in 5 minutes?" Hopefully it won't take that long to locate something they can use.

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01 - Brave New... Planet?

Farm!

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The Hospital

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you know what we're doing :)

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sure do 8D

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Cyan 16. Let's go be stupid.

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