Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-04-18 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), sharon carter |
Who: Clint Barton and Sharon Carter
When: Recently
Where: The Agency
What: Discussing a Mission
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Sharon had spent a greater part of the morning searching for the Hawkeye. She had an assignment and some wiggle room, and was looking for someone who could provide her with some back-up. Reliable, protective, sniper on a rooftop type back-up that she knew she could count on Clint Barton to give.
He wasn’t an easy man to track down when he was in the building. She wasn’t sure what he was up to this morning, but she’d seen him logged in in the computer, so she knew he was around. But where?
Usually, Clint was pretty simple to find. Usually he wasn’t in one of those moods where he was ready to crawl a wall. But this was one of those days and he was pretty sure he was five minutes away from seeing how long it would take him to scale the outside wall or seeing if he could shoot around corners.
Potentially not the best thing to be doing.
He was probably just going to end up going to the firing range to stop himself from shooting a co-worker at this rate. At least until he ran into a kind of harassed looking Sharon, “Sup, Carter Jr.” At now that he was a little more familiar with Agent 13 from his dreams it was slightly easier to interact with her.
So, Sharon didn’t know Clint very well from her Dreams. She’d heard of him, sure, as almost everyone had… and she was pretty confident they were on the same side of things. She knew he was trustworthy in this world, too. “Just the man I was looking for,” Sharon said, breaking into a smile. A frazzled smile, sure, as she was a first time mom of an infant working full time, but a pleasant one. “Are you busy?”
Frazzled seemed to be how things were around here, but Clint wasn’t overly fussed about that anyway. “Nope, free as a bird.” Which was actually a really lame joke, but whatever. If he couldn’t joke about his codename what could he do? “What’s up? Heads up, I’m a terrible babysitter, no one taught me that kids shouldn’t play with guns or sharp pointy things.”
Sharon blinked at the joke. It was lame, she hadn’t been expecting it, but when she realized that’s what he meant, a smile broke out across her face. “No no, I’ve got a babysitter. I’m actually here for work-related things.” She said, stepping closer to him. “I need your marksmanship skills. Unless you can think of a better way to do what I need to have done.” They could brainstorm, but Sharon really thought having him fire the tracker from the nearby roof was the best way to get it on the van.
“I get to shoot something, I’m on board with that plan.” Really, Clint getting to shoot anything, any time, just because, was perfectly okay with him. He rarely even needed to know why he was shooting said thing. Which should probably worry him more, but it didn’t.
“Now? I’m more than ready now.” He’d just need to grab his gear and he’d be suited and booted. “What am I shooting?”
Sharon beamed brightly when he was pretty much on board. She hadn’t even told him what they’d be doing yet, and he was in. Kinda cool to have people around like that. The project she needed him for was simple surveillance, so it wasn’t life or death work, or anything, but it was still important to the research of the Agency.
“We’ve got to get a tracker onto a van, but we can’t get close to it.” Sharon explained. There were a lot more details, but they weren’t all that important to the piece they were working on that day. “What do you think? Rooftop two doors down, we’ve got to get the tracker onto the van without making too much noise, and without being noticed.”
Really, Clint wasn’t one for the ‘sit around and wait’ stuff anyway, so if someone wanted him for something, regardless really of what, he didn’t mind pitching in. When it included shooting something/someone, well that was the jelly filling. Besides, the alternative was going to annoy Tony a little more between the occasional job.
“You thinking on potato gunning that thing?” Neat toys seemed to come as part of the parcel in this place too though. “Clear enough street with a mostly straight view should do, second floor shouldn’t be too bad.”
“I’m no marksman,” Sharon replied. She was putting together a great surveillance team for this project--collecting Veronica and Clint to help gather intel was probably the best idea she’d had ever since she figured out what she was supposed to be doing with this assignment. “Hence coming to find you. Do you… do you want to go now? We’ve got a satellite in the air, I just have to check and see if the van’s in the proper placement.” But the van couldn’t be tracked if it went out of the satellite’s view--unless they got the tracker on it.
“Now’s good, my alternative afternoon was spitballing at Stark until he got distracted enough by it,” and that wasn’t too much of a stretch of the truth either, he’d been considering pestering Tony for the last few hours. He could always postpone that until after this. “Lemme grab my gear.”
Plus side of the Agency was definitely the toys. Clint had gotten a lot of his gear from the dreams, his prefered bow was of course the one from his dreams, but he’d since gotten a training recurve bow, and it would be better for this, easier to transport too. And there were lightweight smaller arrows that would be pretty good for a test drive in knocking a tracker onto something.
Sharon gave a little snort of laughter. “I don’t want to pull you away from such important business.” Pestering Tony Stark was an admirable passtime and Sharon definitely wouldn’t want to prevent it. She knew of Tony from this world, though they’d only met once or twice in passing, but he was a legend in her Dream world.
She pulled the tracker from a satchel to show Clint as she followed him to one of the weapons rooms or his locker, or wherever. The Agency had a lot of cash at its disposal (somehow) and there were some pretty fancy, state-of-the-art gadgets around. It was tiny, but not delicate. The perfect thing to shoot onto the side of a van.
Waving it off, happy with the light teasing, Clint just smirked on the way to his locker where the gear he prefered was regularly stored. Apparently people got nervous when you wandered around with a bow and arrows. “Nah, it’ll give him some time to miss me.” He was sure that someone did remind Tony to eat most days.
The toys always were interesting with the Agency, and as Clint raised his eyebrow at the tracker, he just smirked, “Should fit nicely unnoticed on the back of a van.” It was just depend on what information it was meant to send back. “Is this a location transmitter or does it need to be somewhere to pick up sound well?”
While Clint was gathering his things, Sharon pulled out her phone to double-check the location of the van--to make sure it was in the proper place so they could out the tracker on it. There was a stake-out two doors down, where they were headed to the roof to put the tracker on. She connected with those folk, and learned the van was in place.
“It’s just for the location.” Sharon replied. Now that he had his gear, there was no reason they couldn’t jump right into a car and drive to the building. “I hadn’t even thought to request a sound recording device.”
Well, that meant they just needed to land it in a location it wouldn’t be detected and it could stay, nothing likely to knock it off or someone hit it off something. Sound recorders tended to need to be somewhere that people would talk near, which was a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes. “Well, a tracker is just as good, sound ones don’t really last that long.”
Mostly because they ended up in obvious places, but hey, if all Sharon needed was some tracking information, why bother with a risky audio transmitter?
“Yeah, exactly.” Sharon replied, nodding once. “This shouldn’t be a problem, should it?” She asked, taking the tracker back and turning it over in her hands. She turned to head down the corridor with him. She’d borrow a car and drive them to the building. “We don’t really need to know what’s being said, just where the van goes. Hopefully it’ll go where we think it’s gonna go, and just confirm our suspicions.”
“That? No, it’ll go in a few places, just a matter of seeing which will be the least likely to be spotted.” Clint was already thinking of the inside wheel hub, it would just be a matter of making sure it was accessible and not likely to fall off or get hit -that was the risk with bumpers all the time. “Hopefully this’ll all get you what you need then.”
“I have a feeling it will.” Sharon said, clicking the button that unlocked her car doors. “It shouldn’t take that long. I don’t want to keep you from pestering Iron Man for too long.” She said, giving him a little smirk. “And burgers on the way home?”
Pestering Iron Man was a full time commitment, one that Clint took very seriously. But he could do some work in between. “Aw man, this favour gets better and better.” Shooting things and burgers, it was bliss. “Lead the way, Agent.”