[Audio | Encrypted to Avengers + Pepper] You're at the blue light of the flame (Backdate Mon Wk 19)

[arrowminded]

[Clint hesitates before he starts, but when he does it sounds like he’s gargling with rocks. Maybe the plague explains why his voice sounds so tight too. Sure.]

There’s no easy way to say this. Uh. Dr. Banner... Bruce... we think he’s on his way out. We don’t know how much longer he’s gonna last before...

[There’s rustling in the background, and Nat’s voice chimes in, matter-of-fact, tired, weary and a bit rocky itself. Being on the expedition didn’t help when she started to get sick again.]

If you have anything pressing to say to him, now’s the time to do it. It won’t matter in a few hours.

[There’s another long pause, during which you might just make out a very soft curse.]

Just get down here if you can. ASAFP.

[Wednesday: Video of Panic]

[catchingflies]

[The camera, when the feed starts, is not actually on Todd's face. It is, instead, crazily lurching around at the foliage, with occasional glimpses of a hand, the sleeve attached to it, and a futuristic sort of piece of technology gripped in that hand. Todd is apparently running-- or, more appropriately, bounding-- when he turns this feed on. Hope nobody gets motion-sick from visual cues.]

Uh, anybody in the camp right now?

[He sounds a little out of breath and squeaky, but not too badly.]

Because, uh, I'm on my way and I kinda need some help!

[There's a feline-eqsue roar from somewhere in the background behind him.]

Have some guns or somethin' handy!

[And then the feed cuts out.]