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This is gonna piss off Ross and I'm all for that, but even after all the shit that's gone down in the last six years I don't know how I'll explain this.

[The video had opened on what there is to be seen of a partially overcast sky between two of the taller buildings of Dualis before tilting down; obviously whoever's broadcasting is walking along the road, because the picture continues to move at a steady pace down what looks to be a slightly less metropolitan-city-ish shopping district. Part of the hand holding the phone is visible, but nothing else about the person speaking can be seen yet.]

And my limit of pissing him off got blown by about the time I woke up in cyberpunk Egypt, so I've got two questions for anyone with any kind of answer - how in the hell do we get home, and does anyone have some tools I can borrow so I can break some sensitive electronics?

[...yeah, that's all he's volunteering for now. Sorry about that.]

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[What a lovely spot this stranger is in. Perhaps Nida should find it, the look of it is amazing ,and if he gets his boyfriend up there, clearly he can get make-outs. Too bad Billy can't fly anymore. But he does respond to the stranger, with a video too. A video of a mechanic's toolbox.]

Would any of this too? Also, what's Egypt?

[hi clint, have a white-haired teen boy looking at you with the approximate expression of dude.]

Did ya miss the orientation? We gotta wait a year to get home, according to the giant computer that brought us here. And as for question number two - how sensitive are we talking, and how many pieces do you want it broken into?

[Of course someone needs tech support. Well, David actually is qualified for this, so yes, that is something he's going to answer.]

What kind of sensitive electronics?

[Well, sort of, but not exactly. What he needs is equipment. Which he can get, but he'd rather not have to spend money on the first day he shows up here... wherever and whatever "here" is, not when he knows he's likely going to need it for future endeavors. Not spending money when he can avoid it is how he's got college funds for his kids, after all.]

The really high tech kind the government likes to claim is indestructible. They never are, you just have to know where to hit them

Oh, tracking device. Ankle bracelet. Make and model? Want to make sure I'm providing the appropriate tools.

Oh, and what you did to warrant the thing. So I don't let someone who deserves it free. Not that it matters much here.

[He's not looking at the screen, so he doesn't see the odd sort of echo of someone he knew. That tone of voice is something he's pretty familiar with, though.]

I've been through too many orientations to not know that you're never told the entire story on your first day, if you ever are. There's always something left out - you just gotta figure out what that is. And like hell am I waiting on a computer to send me home. Part two, well-constructed but delicate, and I don't care, I just want it off.

[It is actually a pretty nice place, for somewhere he absolutely didn't want to be. It reminds him some of the last time he was in Lisbon five years back; not a perfect match, but there's some architectural similarities.]

[He just really doesn't want to be here right now. Or ever.]

[At the words, he has to look at the picture to see what Nida's referring to, so Nida's actually the first one to see his face. And he just looks like a guy, obviously healthy, maybe middle aged, apparently goes outside a lot, normal blue shirt. Just... a guy.]

That might work - is anything in there small, or is it all the kind of stuff you work on a vehicle's transmission with?

[There's a short pause at the question, but it's very, very brief, less than a second as Clint reminds himself he knows very literal aliens so this young person's probably not from Earth and don't go being stupid.]

A place from home - they created those sphinxes that you saw when you woke up, a long time ago.

[Maybe just a guy, but sorta cute. In that whole 'middle-aged dad who could probably build a table or something' way. Which isn't his normal, but whatever.]

Well, I am a mechanic. Of course there are things for transmission. Even things for wiring, seeing as some cars here apparently fly or hover. Of course they don't use repulsion rings, but who cares? Hover is hover.

[Clint isn't wrong. Nida's an alien. But a human alien. He does turn his phone back to his face and offers a brief smile.]

Sphinxes? Sounds similar to a Sphinxara. They aren't any fun to fight. Did yours just attack because they thought your mug wasn't pretty enough, or do they eat you?

Bullseye. If I'm somewhere the monitoring software's never even HEARD of, I want it off my leg

It's a ProTrak J-17, a year old, no kind of monitoring other than GPS. I'm one of the ones that broke the Sokovia Accords and struck a deal to not go back in the Raft after Cap busted us out

[The accords? Damn, that makes David sneer. Good thing he's only on Text, because he doesn't want that on audio. Or his quiet cursing of Tony Stark and his stupid fucking Registration Act and all that.]

Yeah, that's more than a few years old where I'm from. I don't have tools per say, but I can definitely hack the thing and get it to release you of its own accords. Anyone that raised a middle finger to the stupidity of Registration deserves it.

If you're in the dorms soon, come up to 401.

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I dunno, this place is like a five-star resort compared to where I was stuck before. I’m not in a huge hurry to leave.

[shrug!! but high-tech electronics that are worn but unwanted - tommy’s guessing some kind of tracking device or restraint. definitely something he can help with removing.]

Well, I don’t know a lot about tech, but I do know about breaking stuff. I can move things on a molecular level, so it won’t be too hard for me to get whatever it is off.

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[The pause this time is longer, and though Clint is ridiculously good at hiding his emotions when he needs to, well, now he doesn't need to, and the confusion at Nida's words is evident. There's a look that clearly reads as p r o c e s s i n g before he shakes his head, shaking it off at the same time.]

We don't have anything like that where I'm from - maybe on some other planet, but I've never been to any. In the stories, sphinxes would just ask you questions or guard places, and if you got them wrong it would kill you. There was also something about prophecy, I don't remember what, it wasn't my subject.

Do you have any small screwdrivers and some needle-nose pliers?

Check on both items.

You're going to tell me your world doesn't have dragons either, right?

[Dammit, he's going to lose a point there. Silly inter-dimensional dragon spotting. Oh well, he will move on.]

So what are you trying to break?

Raising the middle finger wasn't intentional, I just wasn't gonna sign and then the whole Winter Soldier breeding nest was found and

It was just a mess

[He'd chosen to make the sacrifice play to ensure the mission was completed and the world saved, but that didn't mean he'd wanted to do it. At least he'd been able to strike that deal - that way he didn't miss out on his children's lives.]

I can get it off, I just need the tools to disassemble it. But if you're bored - and who are you? Sounds like you're not from where I'm from if this is older tech for you

Perhaps not 'when' you're from. My name is David Alleyne, and I'm from Chicago. But I went to school up in Westchester, New York.

[Anyone and everyone back home would put that specific statement together with Xavier's school, with the X-Men. Which could explain a lot, right?]

If you'd prefer to disassemble it on your own, I know a body-mod shop that will let you rent their tools. They'd be more than good enough. Though I have to ask, who are you?

I mean, clearly you're a hero. Just wondering which.

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I got some tools but I don't think you'll get too far. They're pretty strict about that sorta thing.

Yeah, it's a real pain in the ass.

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No one knows how to get home but there are people looking. It's not a good idea to talk about that on the network though. The admins are watching.

Wouldn't say I'm a hero. Hero babysitter until two years ago, maybe, but not a hero

[The reference to Westchester does nothing for this person, sorry, David. He's definitely familiar with upstate New York, but for him the connection to anywhere in New York not New York City is an association with S.H.I.E.L.D locations or the Avengers compound. And one weird mission that involved a sudden knife fight in an Italian restaurant, but that was a singular situation. The last time he was in that area was when he and Scott had the ankle monitors locked on them before they were taken home. The lack of ping on that will undoubtedly clue David in on the Institute not being a thing.]

I'd rather save my money until I know more about this place. I'm Clint Barton, but you might've heard more of Hawkeye

Only in myths. [What kind of place was this kid from? Clint's not sure he wants to know, really.]

This. [Tilting the phone-thing down, he stops moving in order to get a good shot of the ankle monitor still strapped to him. It's currently beeping quietly and flashing a red light, as it still has power but is undoubtedly outside the programmed limits of the farm's perimeter, the end of his tether. Clint stoops to move the phone closer to the device and the beeping gets louder, and more annoying.] I doubt the feds are gonna show up and try and take me down here, and the noise'll drive me crazy in another five minutes.

Ah, my second favorite Hawkeye. If you want, come up to 401 in the dorms. I'll take care of it. Kate would expect me to do so, since she's not here to make sure you're succeeding at life.

[The fact that Clint hasn't commented on Westchester makes him wonder.]

[Nida's own view changes over to the young man who evaluates the thing with a thoughtful hum. Now that isn't something he much knows what to do with. Of course the tools will do something. But what is it?]

Few questions. What is that? Who are 'the feds?' and I mean, we could cut your foot off.

[Tommy's comment gives him a brief pause, less than a second, but there's a lot to read into that, none of it good. There's a lot he could say, but for now he just lets it go - he knows a lot about not wanting to talk, and he doesn't know a damn thing about Tommy to know if he doesn't want to or not. Let it go for now.]

Right. Sounds like- [He cuts himself off from what he was going to say, clearly thinking about something, before starting a question.] You can move anything or just yourself?

There's a lot of people that're strict about a lot of stuff. You just gotta know how to get around it.

[And that's always kind of been his job.]

Huh. One of those, then.

[There's a moment where Clint doesn't respond, obviously thinking. After about three seconds, he comes back, with a fairly generic statement.]

Thanks for letting me know.

They don't even let you bitch about businesses on here. So you better bet they'll be tightenin' things up after what you're sayin'. Especially after the bombin'.

[Yondu's going to hurry and warn him. Because he doesn't know Clint. But he does know these assholes are looking for any reason to bring suspects in.]

I'm 601 in the newbie buildin' by the way. [If he still wants to make use of those tools.]

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