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meme || call me out

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

✪ refer to the list above for active muses.
✪ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
✪ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy!
✪ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

meme code.

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[Honestly?

At this point, ending up in weird places is getting downright mundane. Not that Bobbi is fond of the situation at all ever, but you know. Mundane.

So she wanders the halls of the clearly high tech plane (?) she's on (helicarrier...? interesting) and realizes by the uniforms that they're all SHIELD but the tricky part is that they're not the SHIELD she knows.

So she's staying out of sight. This involves making use of the air vents, which...well, she's been in worse and tighter spots, but still--what a pain. Siiiiigh.]

This is the last time I get stuck doing recon - I mean, really? Come on. Nat was just visiting last week for crying out loud. Stupid Iron Man. Stupid time management inability.

[And of course there's none other than Clint grumbling underneath his breath as he makes the same journey through the air vents - far less quiet and much more disgruntled. For real, how did he get stuck doing this? Is this a jab at how he's not built like a tank like Thor or Steve because 'come on, Clint, you really expect those broad shoulders to fit in the vents?'

If Tony was trying to make him more willing to follow through with the mission, it didn't work.

Nonetheless he's sighing and making his way toward SHIELD's holding cells. Still completely unhappy and naturally assuming he's not going to run into anyone in the vents because - well, come on. It's a totally bum gig.]

[...okay so hearing someone grumbling--that's enough of a cue to make Bobbi immediately look for another path to clamber down. The point of the vents was to avoid people. And here someone is trying to ruin everything already.

What a jerk--whoever it is.

She's looking for another path when his grumbling registers and she blinks, hesitating. "Nat"--Natasha, or Natalia, or whatever, doesn't matter, Black Widow. And Iron Man...]

There is no way in hell...

[She just breathes it out though before she realizes that YEAH moving is a good idea, so with very little time to spare, she ducks down another route, trying to not make too much noise with her boots on the metallic surface.]

[It's when he feels a slight tremor beneath his fingers that he shuts up immediately, freezing in his spot. One breath and another and there's no doubt about it, these passageways aren't as empty as the ones he first came into.

This is the part where Clint should ignore it and keep on keeping on - sort of like how horror movies progress. Following the mysterious sound and presence in what should be an otherwise empty location is what leads to slasher films, Barton.

But if there's someone else in SHIELD's vents, this could look really bad, really fast if they meant harm.

So it's with internal berating - as opposed to external - that he moves crawl in the direction of the noise. He didn't think he'd be doing actual spy work on this run.]

[She knows he's following her. She can feel him moving, and it's really, really unfortunate. And he shut up, which means that he knows she's there.

Damn and blast.

The trouble is that if he's the real Clint Barton, she could get his help--but there's no telling where, exactly, she is, and if it isn't the Clint she knows, she's setting herself up for trouble (but who else knows Iron Man and refers to the Widow so casually?).

So she clambers further, peers out a grate for a brief second to make sure there's nobody there, and then kicks it out to jump into the room. Better spot for a brawl, if it comes down to it, she thinks, even as she turns to face whoever comes out of that vent, polearm in one hand.]

[When he notices the extra light in one pathway, he internally groans. Yeah alright, he's been caught - no duh, he's rusty (and purple for crying out loud) - and there's almost definitely going to be a brawl once he leaves the safety of the vent.

Darn, he was just starting to get used to the dingy smell - not.

Still, he's not about to jump out unprepared, hence why he fires a smoke arrow down into the room before he swings out himself with a far more malicious arrow notched and ready for firing at the first sign of trouble.]

I'd rather not play rough if we don't have to, but if you've got a bone to pick with SHIELD that requires infiltration, there's a good chance we're not on the same team.

[...Smoke arrows. She really should've expected this.

Her eyes dart around as she strains her ears, trying to listen for his next move, but knowing that she's at quite the disadvantage to not be able to see a thing.

...The arrows about confirm it, though. Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye, ex-husband and current boyfriend a la "It's Complicated".

...Sigh.]

Here goes nothing... Hawkeye? Don't shoot--I'm on your side.

[ . . . And at that, he relaxes just a notch but hasn't quite put down his guard.]

Bobbi? That you?

What're you sneaking around in the vents for?

[...oh. Well. That helps.

The smoke is slowly drifting away, and she can see his outline faintly, and she imagines he can see hers too--so she puts away her weapon, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible.

He recognized her from her voice. That's...a delightfully good sign.]

Clint. [thank some god that isn't Loki] It's a pretty long story, and I'm not even sure you'll believe it.

[Once she lowers her weapon, he does the same, stowing his arrow back in the quiver and lowering his bow. Alright, this is getting really, really weird but okay.]

I mean, this isn't really the best place for it - but I have a feeling I'll understand.

Maybe. Can you explain why a SHIELD agent is crawling through the vents on home turf? That's probably the most pressing part.

[And the one that he can't let slide. It's easily the most suspicious part of everything.]

[Thankfully, even before she answers, the smoke clears away, which probably explains part of the question. After all, going from this to this isn't something that's accomplished in a matter of hours.

...though Bobbi is distracted by the important things in life.]

Whoa. Vintage.

[NICE PURPLE COSTUME, CLINT-- okay focus bobbi focus.

okay no the costume is really distracting sorry.]

[ . . . There's no hiding the confusion on his face because-]

Whoa. Uh... not vintage.

SHIELD upgrade? How come I didn't get one? Even as a farewell present?

[Fury's totally playing favorites, isn't he.]

[...okay yeah something's definitely Not Quite Right here. It's too early for a headache, but she thinks she can feel one brewing. It's not like she can just ask "how much of a past do we have?"

Except well. Maybe she can.]

Not quite. I'm not an agent of SHIELD anymore either. And we all know Fury doesn't give going away presents, stingy bastard. [She's affectionate, of course, because SHIELD was her first gig, but wow if Clint thinks she's still a SHIELD agent....]

I can't believe I'm asking this, but--how much history do we have together, Clint?

[ . . . uh.

'Well enough for me to appreciate new uniforms and to know that you're pretty good with a staff - no innuendo intended.'

Nnnnnoooo, doesn't sound that good.]

You... used to be my pilot? And I'm kind of a bad influence but for the record you were totally willing to come along on the infiltration with me - even if you were a mole for Fury the entire time.

Am I supposed to recap the whole Skrull thing too because I really don't have the details on that one.

[why is there always a skrull thing?

That's her first thought. Because uh. No. She's so done with skrulls!!!

...Ahem. Right. So. Not married, not dating, she can work with that, that's so much less awkward.]

Oh, good. I can work with that.

[...uh.]

So, yeah. Hi, Clint. What's up?

[Bobbi he asked for answers, c'mon now.]

[ . . . ]

Yeah, I'm not feeling any better about this.

[His fingers may or may not be tightening around the grip of his bow again-]

What do you know exactly?

[....psh. She just props her hands on her hips, now that she knows that this is still Clint (vintage or not).]

Lots of things. First and foremost, I'm definitely not from this universe.

...Even though the Skrull thing seems to keep happening to me and I'm not sure how to feel about that.

... "This universe", huh. Is this like time shenanigans? Parallel dimensions and all that? What did you do - spit on Kang the Conquerer?

[In which case he has no idea what kind of universe she comes from and he's on edge all over again. Why did this happen to him?]

But hey, maybe Skrulls like the taste of your blood or something. [Clint, that's vampires.]

[........yeah okay she's rolling her eyes at that.]

Clint, please. [PLS] I certainly haven't made any vampire enemies lately.

And I couldn't tell you. One second I was [doing things/secrety spy things] on a mission, the next I was in a SHIELD headquarters I'd never seen before.

If you've got explanations, I'm all ears.

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