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@clairebarton

Hey. Name's Claire, call me Hawkeye. Did you need something? [RP blog for fem!Hawkeye. Face claim is Genevieve Cortese. Movie based with some comic influences. I track the tag clairebarton]

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Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

Nate walked back into the hotel room, green eyes roving over the interface briefly, he didn’t stop to check to make sure it was okay or if she had changed everything. He knew her. He knew that she wouldn’t change their system. He knew that she would at the very least try to keep the familiar stuff the same to keep things from being as awkward as possible between the two of them and for that he was grateful. “Everything looks good, we’re all set." He remarked gruffly.

Nate grabbed his bag of clothes and walked into the back bedroom. A small string of profanities in Russian escaped the man before he wandered back out into the front part of the room and dropped his bag on the couch. “Only one bed, I’ll sleep out here." He said before going over to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “How we lookin’ from up here?" He asked.

One bed. One bed. Had this been a mistake on the part of the Hotel or was Nick Fury trying to get the two back together? Not that Claire was about to admit that things hadn't exactly worked out with Malikai. That would just be the last nail in her coffin. Of course, to say it hadn't worked out wasn't an accurate descriptor. They hadn't even really had a chance to try, since shortly after Claire left Nate Malikai dropped off the face of the planet. Claire had used every resource she could access at SHIELD and still had found no trace of him. She didn't know if he was dead or alive and avoiding her. She wasn't sure which option hurt less.

"All good here," Claire answered him, "Program is running smoothly, all the equipment seems to be functioning properly." She looked over to Nate and then back into the bedroom.

"You can have the bed." I know you'd like it better, you sprawl out like a fat cat when you sleep and I almost always sleep curled up in a ball.

#nathanromanoff #Dodging Bullets and Mending Hearts

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

Nate had found himself slipping into the old skin, the one he was comfortable with, working with her and knowing what she was thinking before she even thought it. He was jerked out of his zone when she stopped like she didn’t want to offend him and it was then that he remembered that he should be offended by being here, that he wanted to be offended, but looking at her there he couldn’t remember why. “Yeah I can do recon, you can set up security." He wanted to make some small joke about how she was better at that anyway, about how he was better at getting people to talk to him, but now wasn’t the time for jokes. Not when they were still testing the waters to see how this revisited partnership was going to work.

"Thanks," Claire said and started pulling electronic equipment out of their bags. By the time Nate got back, there was a whole system set in place that was barely visible which they could monitor via their smartphones. She looked up from messing with the interface at Nate when he came in.

"How are things looking out there?" Her body language read calm, but alert and ready to strike should something unexpected happen. It was very typical body language to read, especially when she was out on a mission. She was trying not to act out of the normal, telling herself it was just like it used to be, before they were a couple. But of course that wasn't true. Now she didn't know how he would act or react, and she was more afraid of this unknown than ever she'd been before. She was afraid there was going to be another blow up like they'd had on the plane. Nate knew how to push her buttons and it was always worse when he did it.

She wanted it to work. She wanted to be partners with him again, but she knew that the end of their relationship would hang heavy over their heads. She wished she would've never acted on her feelings, never fallen into that trap because there truly was no one she trusted more to be at her back.

#nathanromanoff #Dodging Bullets and Mending Hearts

#WIP #//yes das Claire

[slinks onto tumblr

sends Commander Hill encrypted messages from the enemy

heh heh heh

I MEAN IT WAS NOT ME >_> ]

#ooc #//the respond so well though

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

Nate waited patiently for her by the car. He didn’t like being on a mission with Claire. He didn’t like the feelings that welled up inside him everytime she was around. He didn’t like missing her like this, but there was nothing he could do.

He was quiet all the way to the hotel, having decided that silence was better than awkward conversation. He knew that she was scanning the building and trusted her to figure out all possible exits better and faster than he could. Instead he started unpacking his bags and placing weapons on the table as soon as they got to the room. “Figured out 12 escape routes yet?” He asked as he regarded her with a raised eyebrow.

Claire found herself smiling at Nate's question, "I've calculated 16 possible escape routes. Unfortunately, this building is also incredibly insecure. I thought," She stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to piss Nate off by ordering him around. They were equals, and things were tense enough between them without her pulling power shit. "Uhm, if you think it's a good idea, that you could do some recon. See who you can see, the usual business."

God this was going to be the worst mission ever. She'd been so excited to be going out into the field again. She should've known that it wouldn't be good. Nothing ever really was, with her luck.

"Or if you'd prefer to set up in-house security. I mean, whatever you think is best."

#nathanromanoff #Dodging Bullets and Mending Hearts

gallifreyan-angel

Reblog this if it's ok for my muse to send texts to your muse, even if they've never interacted. Some really great friendships start with the wrong numbers after all..

“That’s cool,” Claire said, trying to sound at least a little interest. “But let’s try and find something that’s helpful to our situation?”

She was relieved that it didn’t seem to be anything threatening, but wasn’t terribly interested in it either. She was never really a tech girl, at least not far past her personal equipment.

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Her eyes were wide with some knowledge of how to work something. It fit rather naturally, her and the system, but she couldn’t really place anything to it except a kind of comfort. She shrugged and nodded, “Yeah…” She bit on the inside of her cheek, half-straining to remember how to completely work it and what to look for. Her eyes hopped around it until she found a small file of a footage buried under several rather uninteresting virtual folders. She might have had to be told her name, but she had this alright she figured. “Maybe… this could help…? I mean, I can’t remember much of anything… “She sighed at ‘anything’, but continued, “…but this works for me somehow.” She shrugged with a half-worried smile. She expanded the file, and a whole map of highlighted sections of the tower sat nearby behind it, as though she got into her security reach, her ‘eyes’ of the tower.

Claire shrugged, "If you think it will help, then by all means go ahead."

She hoped it would shed some light on things, the anxiety was building in her chest. If they could just figure out what caused Betty's memory loss, they could start working on figuring out how to fix it.

“Anything?” Claire asked as she came through the doorway. Her eyes got wide and suspicious as she looked at the hologram. Was that something Betty had been working on, or was it something to do with why she’d lost her memory?

“I don’t suppose you know what in the world that is?”

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She took a short breath out and gazed at it, stepping into the circle area the holograms wrapped about. She cautiously set the phone down and slowly swiped the screen. The file moved to her touch, and she flared some eyebrows in surprise. She bit her lip, and blew up some piece of text that she thought might help. She answered, scrolling down the text, “… Not really, no. From what I’m reading of it, I think it’s a very large water purifier. … Industrial, I think. Why I have it, or what it precisely it does isn’t coming back to me very much, but… this system makes some sense I think.” She cringed and rubbed her eyebrow with one closed eye. “… just a little bit…” A new PDA design followed by a forcefield design sat in back files behind it.

"That's cool," Claire said, trying to sound at least a little interest. "But let's try and find something that's helpful to our situation?"

She was relieved that it didn't seem to be anything threatening, but wasn't terribly interested in it either. She was never really a tech girl, at least not far past her personal equipment.

“Maybe check your phone?” Claire yelled, so Betty could hear her in the other room. She was growing frustrated with the lack of findings, having moved to the living room and dug through the clutter there.

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“I’ll give it a shot, I guess.” She shouted from the bedroom, realizing her search of the room was a bit pointless. She must have been some paranoid intellectual or something. Unfortunately, that had yet to return to her just yet. She walked through, touching the top of the door with her fingers. I could do it, huh. She shrugged and picked up what was her phone to apparently she was being told. She held her thumb on the touch screen unable to remember the password. Eventually, Shulkie lit her eyes again in some short pattern, and it opened up to the home screen. She looked at the phone curiously, and went through it with some actual skill she still had. “My name… names… coding… Oh! Appointments! … Nothing…” She sighed and tapped an application that simply was blue as it looked the safest, and suddenly a holographic design like a home screen to the world’s most complicated computer opened up, causing her to flinch and gasp a bit. What was I up to?

"Anything?" Claire asked as she came through the doorway. Her eyes got wide and suspicious as she looked at the hologram. Was that something Betty had been working on, or was it something to do with why she'd lost her memory?"

"I don't suppose you know what in the world that is?"

Claire was rifling through the kitchen within moments, “If you want to go check in the bedroom, I’d appreciate it. I don’t want to have to violate your privacy any more than is necessary. Don’t forget to check drawers,” Claire said even as she opening the drawer next to Betty’s phone, with no luck.

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She murmured, “I don’t think I have one… on paper anyway…” She bit the inside of her lip, trying to recall. She hopped out of her chair slowly and started to walk towards what apparently was her bedroom. She shrugged, yelling out to her, “I’m not sure what help I can be, or if I’ll really get it any better, but… I’ll try I guess.” If I don’t know if it’s my privacy, am I invading my own then? She looked up at the doorway, almost whispering to herself, “Tall doorways, huh…” She shrugged and continued on, picking up clothes lightly and tossing them on the bed, and going through some papers. However, she didn’t understand them any better than the first pile she saw.

"Maybe check your phone?" Claire yelled, so Betty could hear her in the other room. She was growing frustrated with the lack of findings, having moved to the living room and dug through the clutter there.

#bettybannersciencechick

Claire ran the light to stimulate Betty’s pupils, and stopped when she noticed her eyes changing colors. She wasn’t clever enough to realize it was Morse code, but she did remember that her teammate’s eyes changed color when she switched between her personalities.

Betty didn’t have a concussion, but this only lead Claire’s panic to flare up more. She could think of a few things that would cause amnesia like this, and none were good. One particular option stuck in her mind, and she got to wondering.

“Well, let’s look around for a date book or something, to see where you might’ve been before all this happened,” She said, “You don’t have a concussion, but there’s something causing your amnesia.”

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Shulkie nearly sighed in the back of her head where she ducked away for the moment, and added, ‘G… I… C…’ before Betty shook her head, closing her eyes and went back to sighing, “Yeah… though, I couldn’t say where one would be. Frankly, it’s pretty messy in here.” Shulkie would have laughed at Betty insulting how she actually lived. However, she just about gave up and sat back down, figuring this would take a while without Claire taking her hints, but she couldn’t risk Betty noticing her, not now anyway. “It doesn’t just happen… so, yeah…” Her tone was frustrated, but mostly at herself and a nagging sensation in the back of her head she made a small, cringed face to.

Claire was rifling through the kitchen within moments, "If you want to go check in the bedroom, I'd appreciate it. I don't want to have to violate your privacy any more than is necessary. Don't forget to check drawers," Claire said even as she opening the drawer next to Betty's phone, with no luck.

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She sighed, and rolled her eyes. “My head is fine. I didn’t hit it or anything.” She scoffed a bit, and slouched in the chair more. She waved a hand and rested her cheek on it against the arm. She flared her hands, and said in an exhausted tone, “Being here. And the phone going off.” She tried to drop her almost rude tone, and noted with a sigh, “I must have been working on something, but it’s all Greek to me now.” She had a frustrated, irritated contortion of her lip.

“Alright, well, I’m just going to check and make sure your pupils are dilating correctly, okay?” Claire asked, noting that Betty was getting defensive. She didn’t take it to heart, though, knowing full well that Betty wasn’t being herself.

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“Okay then…” She said, taking a breath out. She kept her head still, and tried to look toward this ‘Claire’ person that had some familiarity to her, but not anything she could really name right now. She kept her head patiently waiting for her. She didn’t notice her eyes flaring out two letters in the best Morse code Shulkie could do without being noticed. ‘M… A’ The feel of a procedure had brought up a strange feeling that wormed its way in her stomach. She tried to brush it aside.

Claire ran the light to stimulate Betty's pupils, and stopped when she noticed her eyes changing colors. She wasn't clever enough to realize it was Morse code, but she did remember that her teammate's eyes changed color when she switched between her personalities.

Betty didn't have a concussion, but this only lead Claire's panic to flare up more. She could think of a few things that would cause amnesia like this, and none were good. One particular option stuck in her mind, and she got to wondering.

"Well, let's look around for a date book or something, to see where you might've been before all this happened," She said, "You don't have a concussion, but there's something causing your amnesia."

#bettybannersciencechick

A knot released in Claire’s stomach when she saw Betty. She rushed to the woman’s side, pulling out a little pen light. She had seen more than one concussion in her days, and was prepared to look for the signs.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” She asked.

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She sighed, and rolled her eyes. “My head is fine. I didn’t hit it or anything.” She scoffed a bit, and slouched in the chair more. She waved a hand and rested her cheek on it against the arm. She flared her hands, and said in an exhausted tone, “Being here. And the phone going off.” She tried to drop her almost rude tone, and noted with a sigh, “I must have been working on something, but it’s all Greek to me now.” She had a frustrated, irritated contortion of her lip.

"Alright, well, I'm just going to check and make sure your pupils are dilating correctly, okay?" Claire asked, noting that Betty was getting defensive. She didn't take it to heart, though, knowing full well that Betty wasn't being herself.

#bettybannersciencechick

She barged into Betty’s floor, walking with purpose to search for her. “Betty?” She cried out, “It’s Claire.”

She didn’t know what she’d encounter. The texts could have been fake, and someone did have Betty’s phone. And if that were the case, it could be anything as innocent as teenagers found it at a cafe and are playing a prank, or as sinister as one of their enemies has it and is using it to gain information.

She was really hoping it was teenagers.

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She heard the door open and perked her head a bit. I guess she meant it. Not sure what she’s hoping to find from me though. She shrugged, pouting her lip a bit. She gave her nails an inspection as she drifted her eyes away. So, this was this Claire person. Hmm. I wonder if that is my name. I mean, pictures and someone yelling into the floor I’ve been in for … an hour or so the name now. Need more info. She nodded, agreeing to herself.

A knot released in Claire's stomach when she saw Betty. She rushed to the woman's side, pulling out a little pen light. She had seen more than one concussion in her days, and was prepared to look for the signs.

"What's the last thing you remember?" She asked.

#bettybannersciencechick

It took Claire all of fifteen minutes to boogey her ass on down to Stark Tower, where she let herself in. She may not live there anymore, but her security privileges had stayed. She wandered up to Betty’s floor, worried about her former teammate.

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She sat in a large chair, poking at a picture frame that had her face in it. “Weird…” She noted quietly, observing the room she was in great detail and furrowed eyebrows. She plopped the phone, “Well… This is going to be interesting… and very boring…”

She barged into Betty's floor, walking with purpose to search for her. "Betty?" She cried out, "It's Claire."

She didn't know what she'd encounter. The texts could have been fake, and someone did have Betty's phone. And if that were the case, it could be anything as innocent as teenagers found it at a cafe and are playing a prank, or as sinister as one of their enemies has it and is using it to gain information.

She was really hoping it was teenagers.

It took Claire all of fifteen minutes to boogey her ass on down to Stark Tower, where she let herself in. She may not live there anymore, but her security privileges had stayed. She wandered up to Betty's floor, worried about her former teammate.

#bettybannersciencechick

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