[ it's more than she'd typically give, even back at home when months passed without them being able to contact each other. they work well together, but solo missions and being separated comes with the job. she did miss him, truth be told, and she'd be happier to see that he's here now if someone on board - someone who's name had been on a list that shares hers, tony's, bruce's, and doctor foster's - hadn't just been killed. now she's just worried that he'll be the next to join them. ]
[Her first response is noted; set aside to be looked at later. Once the professional talk is done with and there's time for everything else. Heart to hearts may not be on the cards for either of them, but there's other ways to get a message across.
For now though, he needs to know more. The few details he knows about the ship, gathered from the network over the past few hours, haven't been expanded on yet. He's left a message with Stark about the list; knows he won't go back to reply to it until later. Of all of the people there from their world, Natasha is firmly at the top of the list of people needs to speak to. She's the only one he can really trust. So knowing that she's heading over makes it that much easier to deal with the messed up situation they've found themselves in. It's that much easier to breathe.]
[ she'd hoped to get a little more time to deal with suddenly remembering a whole lot of details from back at home - a day, maybe, or at least a few hours - but lt. southey's messages and body being discovered had put that on hold. she still needs to head over to where he'd died to check out what had happened, what had kept him from reaching the grav pouches before the jump, and check in with others around the ship, but this comes first because she knows clint will want to know what they're dealing with, and she wants to discuss with him here what they didn't have time to back home. she wants to figure out how this works, exactly, because she knows she didn't leave and come back, but one step at a time.
she gets to the oxygen gardens about ten minutes later, figures out how he got up to where he is and how to get there herself in another five. she'll climb up if he doesn't want to move, but stays put until she knows for sure he doesn't want to join her on the ground. (that can probably be determined within the first thirty seconds.) ]
[He spends that time going back over the more recent posts on the network; the lists. The threats. That death. Knows that even though there's only so much information he can gather from what's already been recorded over the past six months, he can't ignore any of it. He wouldn't have made it this far if he ignore the finer details.
When Natasha arrives, Clint doesn't waste time in tucking his device away, his equipment slung loosely over his shoulder as he makes his way back to the ground again. It takes him a few minutes, despite being familiar enough with the route he'd taken to get up there. But soon enough he's back on solid ground again, already offering up a grin, however short-lived it is.]
I'm still trying to work out if this is a step up from Loki or not.
[ a half-hearted smile is offered in return, but it fades about as quickly as it appeared. she's dressed in her SHIELD jumpsuit as opposed to the one provided by the tranquility, and it's tricked out with her usual array of weapons. even in her downtime, even when she's sleeping, she's usually equipped with something, but since she can't depend on being able to replenish her ammo here, she hasn't been keeping everything on her.
she's not sure why being so heavily armed is a comfort right now. it's not as if weapons did much to help hotspur. ]
If you asked me, I'd probably put it a few steps below. [ a shoulder raises slightly in a shrug. ] Then again, I've been here longer.
Six months. [It's why he can't begrudge her those precautions. Walking around, clearly armed, may not work well back home, but this ship has already proven itself dangerous. Hotspur's death is only one small piece of the overall picture, and it's only a matter of time before more is revealed.]
Have they found any more records from before yet? [Something he knows would be better suited to Stark's skillset, but it's easier to get a straight answer from her. Of their whole team, he knows that Natasha and Tony would be the ones holding most of the information, and only one of them would offer it over without a side order of snark.]
[ she nods, bringing a hand up to rub at her eyes, then the back of her neck. there's a moment of quiet thought, going through what she can remember people finding before she answers. ]
The closest thing to anything like that was a few months back. People were getting lost in the hallways, and there was a search party sent out. I was a part of it. Eventually, the party got separated. I was paired off with another woman - Re-l Mayer - and we ended up finding a room.
[ a beat as she considers her next words. ] The room had a message written on the wall - 'don't believe everything they tell you.' And there were two skeletons on the floor, in the jumpsuits they provide everyone with, along with a plate of food and a note inviting us to 'rest for a while'. We were let out and the hallways went back to normal, but a couple months later, the messages from the red smiley started.
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[ it's more than she'd typically give, even back at home when months passed without them being able to contact each other. they work well together, but solo missions and being separated comes with the job. she did miss him, truth be told, and she'd be happier to see that he's here now if someone on board - someone who's name had been on a list that shares hers, tony's, bruce's, and doctor foster's - hadn't just been killed. now she's just worried that he'll be the next to join them. ]
i'm on my way.
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For now though, he needs to know more. The few details he knows about the ship, gathered from the network over the past few hours, haven't been expanded on yet. He's left a message with Stark about the list; knows he won't go back to reply to it until later. Of all of the people there from their world, Natasha is firmly at the top of the list of people needs to speak to. She's the only one he can really trust. So knowing that she's heading over makes it that much easier to deal with the messed up situation they've found themselves in. It's that much easier to breathe.]
i'll be waiting.
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she gets to the oxygen gardens about ten minutes later, figures out how he got up to where he is and how to get there herself in another five. she'll climb up if he doesn't want to move, but stays put until she knows for sure he doesn't want to join her on the ground. (that can probably be determined within the first thirty seconds.) ]
Barton.
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When Natasha arrives, Clint doesn't waste time in tucking his device away, his equipment slung loosely over his shoulder as he makes his way back to the ground again. It takes him a few minutes, despite being familiar enough with the route he'd taken to get up there. But soon enough he's back on solid ground again, already offering up a grin, however short-lived it is.]
I'm still trying to work out if this is a step up from Loki or not.
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she's not sure why being so heavily armed is a comfort right now. it's not as if weapons did much to help hotspur. ]
If you asked me, I'd probably put it a few steps below. [ a shoulder raises slightly in a shrug. ] Then again, I've been here longer.
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Have they found any more records from before yet? [Something he knows would be better suited to Stark's skillset, but it's easier to get a straight answer from her. Of their whole team, he knows that Natasha and Tony would be the ones holding most of the information, and only one of them would offer it over without a side order of snark.]
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The closest thing to anything like that was a few months back. People were getting lost in the hallways, and there was a search party sent out. I was a part of it. Eventually, the party got separated. I was paired off with another woman - Re-l Mayer - and we ended up finding a room.
[ a beat as she considers her next words. ] The room had a message written on the wall - 'don't believe everything they tell you.' And there were two skeletons on the floor, in the jumpsuits they provide everyone with, along with a plate of food and a note inviting us to 'rest for a while'. We were let out and the hallways went back to normal, but a couple months later, the messages from the red smiley started.