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[builds]

[ There's some clanking over your journals, Paradisa. Sounds like someone's working on something. ]

Where do you want this?

Over there.

Got it.

[ The voices of Clint Barton and Tony Stark can be heard over the journals, along with some whirring, clanking, and general sounds of work going on with machinery.

Until there's a particularily violent whirr, a clang, a grunt, and the sound of something, someone, falling to the ground.

There's a clatter of tools and some hurried footsteps. And then silence for a few moments... ]

....Well, that's it. I think I have to donate you to a college now.

[ And there's an almost keening, sad, mechanical whine before Tony notices the journal. ]

So. Gonna need some help. I've got a downed wingman here.



[ ooc: backdated to just before the plot, Tony's robotic arm thing KOed an Avenger, etc. ]

Comments

[heliotroping]

Location?

[builds]

Stark Tower. Top floor.

Avoid the obvious falling sandbag traps.

[heliotroping]

[It takes him a moment to remember what exactly Stark Tower was.]

Why do you have obvious falling sandbag traps?

[builds]

For the record? Not mine. They're my very paranoid neighbor's.

[heliotroping]

Oh... Do you need me to bring a first aid kit or get him to the clinic?

[builds]

I'd say getting him to a clinic sounds like a safe bet. After all, thanks to a certain robot, I don't even know if leaving him here is safe.

[ That's right, robot. Hear that?



There's another soft mechanical whine. ]

[heliotroping]

Ah, right... If he's bleeding, put pressure on it until I get there.

[In a few minutes, he'll arrive a little out of breath since he ran all the way up the tower orz]

[builds]

Pressure, huh? Think I can handle that. [ Actually, is he even bleeding?

....Eh. ]

[heliotroping]

Is.. [huff] he... [pant] still breathing?

[builds]

I'm pretty sure.

[ Then, directed at Clint- ] Hey, are you breathing? ....If you are, just keep lying there.

[ ...Back to the journal. ] Looks like he is.

[heliotroping]

Alright, I'm at the top... Which room is it?

dictated... until this turns to action anyways

[valuedstrength]

... Did you just-? [Steve is just going to let that one go. This sort of speaks for itself.]

Where are you?

[builds]

My room.

To be fair- we really shouldn't have trusted the robot with the fire extinguisher.

[valuedstrength]

[He's already walking-jogging. We're saying for argument's sake he actually knows where that is because his player sure can't remember.]

Are you saying you let a robot with a fire extinguisher hit Agent Barton? [This sounds like something out a science fiction novel.... a lot like his life at this point.]

[builds]

I... Yes.

Yes, that pretty much covers it.

[valuedstrength]

[Steve will just shut his journal and run the rest of the way then.

Assume he ran Clint over to the Clinic?]