SHIELD Helicarrier, Thursday Evening

When Clint got the phone call telling him to take the next portal home, he was more amused than concerned. He'd assumed that Fury would get tired of his poorly-spelled emails after a few months and would have made him start checking in in person long before now.

Then Clint saw Hill in the conference room, and he knew this wasn't something routine.

( "The tape got out, Clint. The videotaped record of Operation: Eucritta." )

[NFB due to distance, OOC okay. Adapted from Hawkeye #4. :D :D :D]

En Route to and Across Madripoor, Friday Morning

Clint had been tempted to see if he could get a portal to Madripoor, but no, he had to sit and wait for a flight like he was some kind of normal person. The only good news was, he had time to leave a few texts and messages before having to board.

Yeah, that had been loads of fun.

( Ugh, Madripoor. )

[NFB due to distance, OOC okay. Adapted from Hawkeye #4. :D :D :D Warning for mentions of off-screen violence.]

The Madripoor Pearl, Friday

( Kitty could definitely have been in a better mood as she and Derek made their way to the direction in which her GPS was telling her the hotel was, but maybe that was to be expected. )

[NFB, OOC okay. Adapted from Hawkeye #4 and preplayed with the amazing throughaphase and justlurkinghere. :D :D :D Warnings for violence and a quick bit of non-sexual fisting. Sigh, Clint, sigh.]

The Madripoor Pearl, Friday

( With Clint taken to one of the rooms (still tied to a chair, poor thing) and the black AMEX card deemed totally real, Kitty had headed to the auction as Madame Masque. )

[NFB, OOC okay. Adapted from Hawkeye #4 and #5 and preplayed with the amazing throughaphase and justlurkinghere. :D :D :D Warnings for more violence!]

SHIELD Helicarrier, Friday

The trip back from Madripoor had been blessedly uneventful, and Clint didn't protest quite as much as usual when he was whisked off to medical. Even after whatever the hell Derek did to him, he was still sore in quite a few places--bulletproof vests were awesome but getting shot point in the chest still sucked a lot--and by the time the nurses were done there wasn't much of Clint not covered in bandages. He needed to buy stock in companies that made gauze one of these days.

But hey, a few cracked ribs and a bruised liver were a small price to pay to get that tape back. Now everything was fine, right? Right.

[And thus ends the flist spam! NFB due to distance! Open for his brave rescuers!]