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Avengers 3
Aug. 1st, 2015 05:16 pmClint doesn't pace. He stands, steady in the purloined Quinjet as it signals its arrival to the Helicarrier.
It's easy. They should have changed the codes.
(In an operation this large, codes remain active for up to 48 hours post-change. It's just not feasible to change them in time. He helped run those calculations last year.
He almost smirks.)
He motions to the pilot to lower the back and walks out, positioning himself. He sights the turbine casing, and breathes as he feels the wind currents. Then he turns, to loose the arrow in the direction that will force the turbine to bring it to itself.
He doesn't look back. He can feel it hit. The pilot lands, and he detonates the package.
--
Sitwell's sitting at the computer Clint needs. Sitwell's the one who suggested the USB arrow.
Clint wonders if Sitwell knows he's turned. If he has, he'll have told Fury about the arrow.
(But if this doesn't work, he can do close to as much damage by putting the next one through Sitwell's neck.)
The arrow works perfectly. SHIELD R&D has never been anything if not efficient. Fury has never been anything if not closed mouthed.
Sitwell has never done anything less than trust him entirely, eyes widening at the arrow as he glances back up.
One of Fury's bullets ricochets off the wall next to Clint, and he withdraws.
His boss is in the holding cells, and Banner will be unleashed soon enough.
--
Clint's striding down the catwalk to the detention center, listening to the thrum of the turbines through the metal walls. Something's wrong. The back starboard engine is being restarted. It's sick, but it's coming to.
That's all right. Thor and Banner have been managed. Rogers and Stark are small game, in comparison. And the goal of this mission is to eat up time for Loki's allies to make their mark, for Loki to escape. Clint's going to facilitate his boss's transfer now.
Clint doesn't speed up, pace steady, but he feels -- there it is. A whisper of fabric behind him. Someone who can take advantage of the range of his hearing aids.
Romanoff.
He turns.
It's easy. They should have changed the codes.
(In an operation this large, codes remain active for up to 48 hours post-change. It's just not feasible to change them in time. He helped run those calculations last year.
He almost smirks.)
He motions to the pilot to lower the back and walks out, positioning himself. He sights the turbine casing, and breathes as he feels the wind currents. Then he turns, to loose the arrow in the direction that will force the turbine to bring it to itself.
He doesn't look back. He can feel it hit. The pilot lands, and he detonates the package.
--
Sitwell's sitting at the computer Clint needs. Sitwell's the one who suggested the USB arrow.
Clint wonders if Sitwell knows he's turned. If he has, he'll have told Fury about the arrow.
(But if this doesn't work, he can do close to as much damage by putting the next one through Sitwell's neck.)
The arrow works perfectly. SHIELD R&D has never been anything if not efficient. Fury has never been anything if not closed mouthed.
Sitwell has never done anything less than trust him entirely, eyes widening at the arrow as he glances back up.
One of Fury's bullets ricochets off the wall next to Clint, and he withdraws.
His boss is in the holding cells, and Banner will be unleashed soon enough.
--
Clint's striding down the catwalk to the detention center, listening to the thrum of the turbines through the metal walls. Something's wrong. The back starboard engine is being restarted. It's sick, but it's coming to.
That's all right. Thor and Banner have been managed. Rogers and Stark are small game, in comparison. And the goal of this mission is to eat up time for Loki's allies to make their mark, for Loki to escape. Clint's going to facilitate his boss's transfer now.
Clint doesn't speed up, pace steady, but he feels -- there it is. A whisper of fabric behind him. Someone who can take advantage of the range of his hearing aids.
Romanoff.
He turns.
