the marooning ••

It's been pretty quiet, these last few days.

[Clint Barton]

Why does that immediately make me worry that you're up to something?

We need to round up as many people as we can to find a drug called neurotriptyline. It's a brain cell regenerator that at least one of the kidnappees will need very soon. It's a drug you take daily, so the odds of him going into withdrawal soon are high.

Anyone familiar with neurological drugs?

Now I don't know what this all is I woke up to, but kàn lái wǒ bùshì zài kānsàsī zhōu de jiǔ gèle, but I know this ain't my ship, and I don't know where my crew is. But I've been seein you folk talkin on here. Do any a y'all know what's goin on? And what happened?

And why the ship ain' movin?

[Avengers + Bucky Barnes]

All right.

We've been faced with a problem here. We all know what it is, we're here, we're on this ship, we're stranded and supplies aren't endless. But we also have an advantage: We know each other, we know our strengths and what're capable of, and I think it's time we formulated a plan.

I think it's important to reach out to the other people here and get to know them. We're all in this together and they might have valuable assets and information that we could use to get us all home. I also think it's important that we take stock of everything we have. I know Clint has already worked his way through medical, but looking for batteries, food, water: it's all vital to our survival.

I'm thinking maybe, Bruce and Tony, you should see what you can make of the computer systems and controls. Even if they're not working, maybe it's a system you can learn; can reboot.

Does anyone have any other or additional ideas?

....I'm pretty sure I was just about to go under. Am I on drugs now? Is this what surgery is like? Huh.

Okay so it's been nearly two weeks. What do we know?

The mess hall's pretty straight forward.
We've got a bigass pile of unlabelled meds

• The orange stuff is either a local anesthetic and sedative or it is a neurotoxin.
• The other orange stuff labelled with an extra circle squiggle thing just makes you have to piss like a racehorse.
• The blue IV bags taste like really gross gatorade.
• And the purple stuff makes your heart speed up.
• A bunch of other stuff it wasn't really obvious, but nothing injected has killed Steve yet! But then again half a century under antarctica couldn't either. YMMV.

I do much more of this doctor shit and I'll be an entirely different Hawkeye

What is this? This sure as hell isn't the space ship I went to sleep on. And I definitely didn't have a comm full of people complaining.

Annnnnd I feel like I'm going to puke again. I fucking hated morning sickness, and this repeat performance is not even remotely an encore I asked for.

I hate space.

Power's kinda working? Life support? I guess. We're not moving. But it looks like the internet is good?

Testing?