A.N: I'm not entirely happy with this piece or the next. But I don't have the time for any serious re-writes now, so we'll just see how these work, and go from there. See you on the other side :)
Tasha was the one to bring him down.
Out of his golden cage, she said. Natasha's cage wasn't golden.
He looked a little scared, but it took keen eyes to spot that. Trained for it. Otherwise, he was sporting a good poker face, on attention and stoic; Clint doubted any of the others noticed something behind it.
Except for Natasha, of course.
Steve pulled on his Captain America stance as best he could, also looking scared. He was good at it; it was just that Clint was good at his job too.
"Sir. I would like to introduce to you myself and my team." It wasn't often that Steve referred to them as 'his team'. He didn't like it. Clint didn't like it either. "My name is Steven Rogers, you might know me as Captain America. Agent Romanoff you already know; her formal code name is Black Widow."
"Natasha," Tasha interjected. Steve falteted for a moment, but he got back on track.
"Our marksman is Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye."
They didn't discuss whether or not to disclose his name, he kept a low profile and it wasn't publically known, but it was self-explanatory. If there was a leak later, well, he'll deal with that. He raised his hand with a crooked smile.
"That's me. Clint. Hi," he said friendlily.
Their captive turned to him, a small frown passing his face before clearing out completely. It was a familiar expression, and he had to work not to let his smile tighten. Natasha noticed.
"On my left that is Doctor Banner, and finally Tony Stark."
"Iron Man," Tony said cheerfully. "Genious, billionaire, play boy, phillantropist. But, you already knew that."
Clint winced internally. Stark could have left out 'play boy,' considering. Judging by his twitch, Steve thought so too.
Then, they endured silence. If anyone expected a returned introduction, Clint could have told them not to bother.
"Doctor," captive finally said. "Doctor?"
Banner squirmed, as he was prone to. He didn't like the spotlight. "I'm not a medical doctor," he offered quickly. "Just have a PhD-- Just, um, a scientist. In biology."
Clint had a feeling that there was no need to dumb things down for their captive, and "scientist" was a much worse choice of words than "a PhD". Maybe he should have briefed them before this introduction.
Well, he knew he wasn't going to do that.
Just to make it worse, Steve said, "We have prepared examination for you."
Re: Fill: part 13 - Steve (again)
A.N: I'm not entirely happy with this piece or the next. But I don't have the time for any serious re-writes now, so we'll just see how these work, and go from there. See you on the other side :)
Tasha was the one to bring him down.
Out of his golden cage, she said. Natasha's cage wasn't golden.
He looked a little scared, but it took keen eyes to spot that. Trained for it. Otherwise, he was sporting a good poker face, on attention and stoic; Clint doubted any of the others noticed something behind it.
Except for Natasha, of course.
Steve pulled on his Captain America stance as best he could, also looking scared. He was good at it; it was just that Clint was good at his job too.
"Sir. I would like to introduce to you myself and my team." It wasn't often that Steve referred to them as 'his team'. He didn't like it. Clint didn't like it either. "My name is Steven Rogers, you might know me as Captain America. Agent Romanoff you already know; her formal code name is Black Widow."
"Natasha," Tasha interjected. Steve falteted for a moment, but he got back on track.
"Our marksman is Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye."
They didn't discuss whether or not to disclose his name, he kept a low profile and it wasn't publically known, but it was self-explanatory. If there was a leak later, well, he'll deal with that. He raised his hand with a crooked smile.
"That's me. Clint. Hi," he said friendlily.
Their captive turned to him, a small frown passing his face before clearing out completely. It was a familiar expression, and he had to work not to let his smile tighten. Natasha noticed.
"On my left that is Doctor Banner, and finally Tony Stark."
"Iron Man," Tony said cheerfully. "Genious, billionaire, play boy, phillantropist. But, you already knew that."
Clint winced internally. Stark could have left out 'play boy,' considering. Judging by his twitch, Steve thought so too.
Then, they endured silence. If anyone expected a returned introduction, Clint could have told them not to bother.
"Doctor," captive finally said. "Doctor?"
Banner squirmed, as he was prone to. He didn't like the spotlight. "I'm not a medical doctor," he offered quickly. "Just have a PhD-- Just, um, a scientist. In biology."
Clint had a feeling that there was no need to dumb things down for their captive, and "scientist" was a much worse choice of words than "a PhD". Maybe he should have briefed them before this introduction.
Well, he knew he wasn't going to do that.
Just to make it worse, Steve said, "We have prepared examination for you."