017 | [SHIELD Memo to all members of SHIELD and the Avengers]

[theshield_agent]

To: All members of SHIELD and the Avengers (Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Carol Danvers, Laura Kinney, Veronica Mars, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor

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[greenisnteasy]

[Bruce doesn't need one, but that doesn't mean he isn't curious. He's in the SHIELD meeting room with a cup of tea and a sandwich, which he's eating in between fiddling with a radio, until someone needs to take it from him. The radio, not his sandwich. That one he's keeping.]

[ladyofmarvel]

[She comes into the room to grab a radio, giving Bruce, who she'd seen around but not quite met yet, a tentative smile.]

Hey.

[Going over to the radios, she snagged one and looked it over]

[beenunmade]

[ Clint waltzed through the door whistling, wearing a pair of jeans, one of Coulson's dress shirts, and sandals as he walked over to pick up the radio. And oh a sandwich. He flashed them both a smile as he sat on the top of the table next to Bruce while looking over his radio and humming to himself. ]

Y'all think this comes with wi-fi? It's Stark tech right?

[greenisnteasy]

No idea. I tried to talk him into also making them pocket knives and nail clippers, but I don't think he went for it.

[ladyofmarvel]

Fat lot of good wi-fi will do in this place.

[beenunmade]

[ Clint looked over to Bruce, fighting back a smile and flipping out a knife from...God knows where and holding it out to the other man. ] These work better than any sort of pocket knife you'll find in a store. Custom made. [ He's offering it to you Bruce...

Don't let him down now before looking over to Carol with a scoff. ] You never know! The communicators work...maybe if we send Stark into space he can set up a satellite. He's got the suit, Thor's got the power...we can be facebooking by the end of the week or whatever people do. [ He looked to Bruce as he grabbed his sandwich, taking a quick bite and setting it down. God that was good. ] Is mySpace still a thing?

[greenisnteasy]

[Oh, wow. He's surprised by the offer, and he hesitates before taking it. Clint doesn't really mean for Bruce to keep this, does he? He's still a little stunned by it, half-listening to the conversation, when hey. Bruce shoots Clint a playfully forbidding smile, and he picks up his sandwich indignantly.]

Don't ask me. Social networking isn't really my thing.

[ladyofmarvel]

If we could fly into space from here, I'd be out of here already, bud. Sorry, your plan is kiboshed.

[steverogers]

Someone say we can fly into space? [Yeah, Steve just walked in on the strangest conversation. He's just going to sort of sidle in near the group and begin sizing up the new radios] This isn't going to end with us fighting martians, is it?

[beenunmade]

[ Yes, the knife is yours doc. Clint will tell you the easiest places on your body you can conceal it and get it with ease later on in this adventure if you wish as he shrugged a bit. ]

I dunno...social networkin' was banned from SHIELD when someone made a dummy Fury account on Facebook. [ He flashes a grin as he looked down at the radio some more as Steve walked in. ]

Iron Man can...[ He pointed to Carol with a smile. ] Apparently so can Carol. 'm tryin' to see if wi-fi can exist in this place. 'm already missin' my Angry Birds app. 'm tryin' to have some optimism right now, missy.

[greenisnteasy]

They can when we're out of here, I think he means. If anyone here could bust into space, I'm pretty sure we'd have a colony on the moon by now.

[He looks up from the knife, on which he just found the initials N.R., which are giving him all kinds of regrets about not seeing her more before she... Well. He finds a smile for Steve.]

Hey, Steve.

[ladyofmarvel]

Hey, Steve. Just speculating on how to bust out of here.

Still haven't found any burger fixings. This is causing me infinite woe.

[steverogers]

Think the cafeteria's got a couple of frozen meatballs. Don't know how they taste... or if they're the real thing. [As for thinking of a way to get out of here, Steve's been working on that since the day he arrived. Still no solution as of yet.]

Doctor, Barton. [He nods a curt greeting to them, giving back a genuine smile. It's been a crazy couple of weeks and this is probably the first time he's seen them in a somewhat normal atmosphere. He can't help but spot the blade in Bruce's hands.] You planning on cutting that sandwich in half?

[beenunmade]

As hamburgers? Fuckin' horrible, sir. [ Clint chimed in...not because he had tried one already or not. Because he had. Somehow it didn't have the taste as right as it should be.

And he was pretty sure all the food in the cafeteria was made of people at this point. ]

Nah, I gave it to him. Present. [ Clint stretches out his legs and tucks his radio in his pocket before glancing at Bruce's sandwich then looking up at Bruce. Then back at the sandwich. Does he really have to ask, Bruce? ] Jus' in case...[ He waved his hand a little, repeating looking at the sandwich and back at Bruce once again. ]

[greenisnteasy]

[Jeez, you'd think these people never saw a sandwich before. He rolls his eyes and passes half over to Clint, but really after such an unexpected gift, and one he's sure wasn't meant lightly, he's happy to give his food to Clint.]

A meatball's essentially a hamburger, just... bite size. [Helpful!]

[ladyofmarvel]

... Clearly you haven't had a decent hamburger, then. You know, with cheese and bacon and mushrooms and a bun... and other stuff.

[She sighed, clipping the radio to her belt at the back of her jeans]

So, is that it?