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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[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.]
Yeah, it's, uh. Pretty small for a radio. [And Steve just kind of waits for a laugh... that doesn't come. Right. Everything's smaller now. Especially radios. You're a tough crowd, 21st century.]
Anyone mind explaining how these work? Forgive me, the memo lost me a bit with the explanation.
Well...we're not gonna be carryin' the battery packs on our backs. [ Clint has been to missions where they had to downgrade on tech before. A cell phone should never be bigger than a house phone in his professional opinion. ]
...uh...ask...huh. [ He's fiddling with his phone and taking a bite out of half the sandwich Bruce had gifted him with, giving the other man a nod of thanks. He was just planning to ask Phil about it later because the man explained mostly everything for him anyway as he shoots Phil a quick text asking for more food and possibly his presence. ] Like a radio? [ Genius: Clint Barton. ]
[Seriously, these people realize there's a cafeteria?]
It's pretty simple, Steve. [He holds up the radio he was playing with and demonstrates for him.] This one turns it on; push this one, and you can talk. Mostly what Phil was saying in the memo is that instead of going through the network, these go through Tony's equipment. It's more secure.
[Bruce doesn't need one, but he may have been present while they were being assembled. He might've helped.]
No, these are for combat situations. Even with Tony's server, I don't trust the security much more than the network. The network should be fine for non-combat communications. These are just so that we can have quick one-button open communication between all of us during a fight.
Use radio codes on it and keep it brief so that the channel is open if someone needs to communicate something important.
[He takes another bite and then hands Clint back his sandwich.]
[Watching everyone take bites of the sandwich causes Steve's stomach to rumble ever so slightly. Damn super soldier appetite.]
Glad to know machinery hasn't entirely replaced a good old meeting in private. [He pats the radio after attaching it to his belt.] Think I still remember most of the voice procedure. Might be a little outdated, but it can't have changed that much.
I'm always serious about food...[ Clint said as an afterthought as he took a bite from his sandwich with an amused look on his face. ] Jus' don't touch any red buttons and we'll be fine I think. Stark tech...is way better than Hammer tech by a long shot.
[ Clint remembered because...he stole some of Hammer's stuff only to have it blow up in his face. Quite literally. ] Chatter on the combat radios is allowed too. [ Or it was in Clint's mind. Radio silence + Clint Barton never mashed well in the past, it wouldn't mash well in the future as well. He nearly finishes the rest of his sandwich before holding the rest out for Phil to take. ] Hey, doc. Me and you can share a radio.
That's okay, Clint, but thanks. I'm not really the combat type. I'll just hold down the fort here... and be waiting for you guys with sandwiches. And tiny meatball hamburgers.
[Phil laughs. A burger does sound good right about now.]
Too bad we don't have any farm animals. I really could go for some bacon.
[He shifts closer to Clint just a little, looping a finger in Clint's belt loop and giving him a smile.]
And what Agent Barton means is that he's going to pretend to lose his radio right next to you so that he can ignore my orders and do something stupid that I've just told him not to do. It's one of his standard operating procedures.
((ooc: CUTTING IN. *steps on toes as she does so*))
[After that last text, Veronica had figured she might as well come over to bounce some things off Phil. In person. And maybe mention the Doctor's excursion to the library. She's more than a little surprised to find an actual conference in the conference room, and she stands there for a couple seconds, her eyes larger than usual, before giving a slight shrug and going to grab a radio. Phil had said she wouldn't necessarily need one, but that didn't mean she couldn't have one, right? Aaaaaaaaaaaaand let's grab another because she might as well pick up Laura's while she's here.]
I'd be more upset about not being invited if you guys had foo- [And then she spies the sandwich. So very tempting... She points to it.]
Did whoever bring that bring enough for everybody?
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Anyone mind explaining how these work? Forgive me, the memo lost me a bit with the explanation.
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...uh...ask...huh. [ He's fiddling with his phone and taking a bite out of half the sandwich Bruce had gifted him with, giving the other man a nod of thanks. He was just planning to ask Phil about it later because the man explained mostly everything for him anyway as he shoots Phil a quick text asking for more food and possibly his presence. ] Like a radio? [ Genius: Clint Barton. ]
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You were serious about the food?
[Oh, then he notices that Clint's wearing his shirt. He looks good in Phil's shirt. Is Phil staring? Maybe just a little, but he's allowed.
He grabs Clint's sandwich and takes a bite. Yeah, they can feel themselves. And him. he hasn't eaten in... seven hours? No, that can't be right.]
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It's pretty simple, Steve. [He holds up the radio he was playing with and demonstrates for him.] This one turns it on; push this one, and you can talk. Mostly what Phil was saying in the memo is that instead of going through the network, these go through Tony's equipment. It's more secure.
[Bruce doesn't need one, but he may have been present while they were being assembled. He might've helped.]
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Use radio codes on it and keep it brief so that the channel is open if someone needs to communicate something important.
[He takes another bite and then hands Clint back his sandwich.]
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Glad to know machinery hasn't entirely replaced a good old meeting in private. [He pats the radio after attaching it to his belt.] Think I still remember most of the voice procedure. Might be a little outdated, but it can't have changed that much.
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[ Clint remembered because...he stole some of Hammer's stuff only to have it blow up in his face. Quite literally. ] Chatter on the combat radios is allowed too. [ Or it was in Clint's mind. Radio silence + Clint Barton never mashed well in the past, it wouldn't mash well in the future as well. He nearly finishes the rest of his sandwich before holding the rest out for Phil to take. ] Hey, doc. Me and you can share a radio.
[ Cos he typically ditches his usually. ]
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... And a milkshake.
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Too bad we don't have any farm animals. I really could go for some bacon.
[He shifts closer to Clint just a little, looping a finger in Clint's belt loop and giving him a smile.]
And what Agent Barton means is that he's going to pretend to lose his radio right next to you so that he can ignore my orders and do something stupid that I've just told him not to do. It's one of his standard operating procedures.
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[After that last text, Veronica had figured she might as well come over to bounce some things off Phil. In person. And maybe mention the Doctor's excursion to the library. She's more than a little surprised to find an actual conference in the conference room, and she stands there for a couple seconds, her eyes larger than usual, before giving a slight shrug and going to grab a radio. Phil had said she wouldn't necessarily need one, but that didn't mean she couldn't have one, right? Aaaaaaaaaaaaand let's grab another because she might as well pick up Laura's while she's here.]
I'd be more upset about not being invited if you guys had foo- [And then she spies the sandwich. So very tempting... She points to it.]
Did whoever bring that bring enough for everybody?
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[Cafeteria? What's that? Stark plunks down at the other end of the table, half melting into his chair. Yep. First time in months back in Avengers HQ.]
If you guys really wanted to throw a party for me, you'd have brought some orgasms.
[It's what he calls Donna's specially blended cupcakes, which he sure is made with love, sugar, and likely LSD.]
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She looks around the group a little uncomfortably and backs away.]
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Stark, you're just not allowed to talk anymore and definitely not about any of the things you just mentioned that aren't sandwiches.
[Back home, he would have been a walking sexual harassment suit.]
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