[Voice] Reboot the mission?

[arrowminded]

What the--

[There's a series of muffled clicks and thumps as he fiddles with the phone settings for a bit, and then his voice comes through clearer, more decisive.]

This is Hawkeye requesting a situation update on what the hell just happened to my team. And, uh. The entire operation, while we're at it.

Can anybody read me?

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[redledgerdays]

Clint?

[hey, guess who is on her way to wherever the hell you are, Hawkeye?]

You're late.

[arrowminded]

Nat?

[Okay, no call signs here. And Romanoff wasn't even with him last he remembers, so...]

Hope you don't mind catching me up, then.

[There are footsteps echoing as he follows the path out of what's way too big to be a plane. Ship? Helicarrier? Whatever it is, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D. issue.]

[redledgerdays]

[call signs aren't really necessary, no. she's still not sure how to feel about this, but she doesn't care at the moment, either]

Have I ever?

[she's almost to the ship now. she's doing her best to hide it, but she's not exactly feeling well, and it's slowing her down, both physically and mentally]

[arrowminded]

[And he's almost to the door out of here. Pretty soon they should meet up, stop having to talk on this thing and have a face-to-face. Which would suit him just fine.]

Geez. You act like that's a common thing.

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[pepperspray]

Agent Barton, hello.

[Pepper is looking a little less polished than Clint might remember her, some of the corporate sleekness traded in for efficient simplicity given the setting's lack of high-end clothiers and not a single Loboutin boutique. The smile she gives him is still classic Potts: small, friendly, with slight little dimples all wrapped up in a businesslike air.]

I wouldn't say we've been expecting you, but it does seem like there's a general trend of SHIELD members arriving here. Welcome to the planet Verdana.

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[arrowminded]

[He huffs a small laugh, because isn't it just like Pepper Potts to organize the welcome wagon.]

Natasha'd beg to differ, I think.

Good to see another friendly face. How many of us?

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[pepperspray]

Natasha also seems to have a cat's ability to see things invisible to the rest of us.

[Pepper's dimples intensify briefly at the thought before business overtakes her again.]

At the moment, Tony, Bruce and Steve in addition to Natasha. Jane Foster used to be here, but has, um, returned to her pod. And on the topic of pods... well, we found one with Phil in it. Alive, just not awake. Or not awake yet, in any case. Which is what we're hoping. No sign of Loki.

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[arrowminded]

[He stops short, a little bit of the color draining from his face.]

Coulson's alive?

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[golden_retriever]

[ At least that tone of voice, those terms, they were things he was familiar with. So, have an amused voice of gruff southern accent saying hi. ]

Not in Kansas anymore, pal. Got a feelin' not even in the same century.

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[arrowminded]

As long as I don't have to be Toto.

[golden_retriever]

Don't think you've gotta worry about that.

[arrowminded]

That's one thing off my mind.

[Audio]

[nodavinci]

They're sipping caipirinhas back on Earth. Probably.

[Beat]

You didn't happen to spot Thor on your way out of the giant alien wreck, did you?

[Audio]

[arrowminded]

Shoot. I knew I forgot to pick up something.

[encryption filter to Stark]

Pepper tells me you found someone else though.

[Audio | Encrypted]

[nodavinci]

We found a stasis pod. The name's right, but we won't know what shape he's in until he wakes up.

[Audio | Encrypted]

[arrowminded]

[He lets out a long breath.]

No way to wake him up on our own, I'm guessing?

[thewasp]

[You wont know her. None of you do, which is REALLY upsetting, but she can hope, right? For now she spoke in return on audio feed]

Hawkeye? I read you. Which operation were you on?

[it's a valid question! His answer will tell her if this is HER Hawkeye or the other one that everyone ELSE seems to know. Man this place really sucks...]

[arrowminded]

Uh. Yeah, I believe it was Operation Sorry, Do I Know You?

[It's not said in a cruel way though, more bafflement than anything. She really doesn't sound familiar enough for him to just give away secrets. But she sure acts like she knows him.]

[thewasp]

[There is a sigh and almost a grumble at that. GREAT. Another of her NOT people. Good ears might pick up her grumbling something to the tune of 'great... another one'... same old snark though. Awesome.]

Apparently not. [There is a pause, then a really hopeful tone in her voice] Wasp? Janet? Jan? [another pause...] We've got nothing going here, do we? No bells ringing at all, huh.

[voice]

[tiptoeing]

Sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up...I'm usually there monitoring the pods, but I'm a little under the weather. [and he sounds it, too] But I'm here.

[voice]

[arrowminded]

Banner? You sound terrible. [In fact, so did nearly everyone he's talked to so far...]

Something going around, huh?

[voice]

[tiptoeing]

You could say that. If you haven't caught it yet already, be careful...and get yourself to the hospital at the first sign of illness.

Have you found a place to stay yet?

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[knightoflight]

I could help you locate your team? You might try the Old City, first.

[video]

[arrowminded]

[Okay, he's gonna try not to stare. Too much.]

Thanks, I'll check it out. But from what I've heard the chances are next to none they'll be here.

[video]

[knightoflight]

[Wing's gotten good at being oblivious to staring.]

They might not be. But they may show up, even so. And the City's much more comfortable for creatures your size than the ship.