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[fistmele]

Y'know, it'd be nice to have some consistency. Not just when you feel like it.

—In case you're feeling up to listening to requests, which I doubt, but I figure I'll take my chances while you're still around and tuning in.

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[fe_male]

What sort of consistency are we talking here? Slightly mealy? Until soft peaks form? Flour still around the edges of the bowl?

[fistmele]

[ Face. ]

What?

[fe_male]

Consistency. You asked for it, I think. I can replay the message if you're having some sort of celerituisian amnesia.

[signaled]

There's always leaving a message after the beep.

[fistmele]

'Cause that always works so well.

[ Eyeballing. ]

Nice suit.

[signaled]

You could program it into a 24 hour loop. Extra strength.

[ Right back at you bro. ]

Technically a hand-me-down. But I try.

[treachery]

Strange, then, that you so objected to my guidance — for how better to ensure consistency than to place yourself in the hands of another's ambition?

[fistmele]

[ Go. Fuck. Yourself. ]

Bit of a difference between you and the girl upstairs.

[treachery]

And yet you still play instrument to whim and caprice; the difference now is that your loyalty has no end goal to accomplish. Does this not chafe?

[put_the_hammer_down]

Something troubles you, Clint Barton?

[fistmele]

You could say that.

[put_the_hammer_down]

Is there anything I could do to help you, friend?

[It is the least one could do for a brother-in-arms. Especially after what my brother has done to him]

[widowing]

Well, while you're here, have you got any plans?

[fistmele]

Apart from picking you up at seven?

[widowing]

Early night for you.

[hulk]

...Well, better to have tried and not than never to have-- I don't know. I mean, I hope it works out for you [ considering it hasn't for almost anyone else, including him ] at least.

[fistmele]

[ Lazy hand gesture. Equal parts hey, doc and don't sweat it bro. ]

You're not the only one.

[hulk]

Well, clearly. I mean. You're doing it for a reason, b- Uh. ...Anyway. Are you anywhere? I mean, officially anywhere.

[bolshoi]

Be grateful your superiors allow you to speak to them in that tone at all.

[fistmele]

[ Three guesses as to when was the last time Clint Barton heard Natasha sound like that. ]

I wouldn't really call the girl upstairs a 'superior'.

[bolshoi]

[ probably about the same time she scoffed at him with so much genuine if understated derision. so much. ]

Is this what they call American discipline?

[compromised]

It would also be nice if they listened. We're not equipped for second string. Or third.

[fistmele]

You're telling me.

[ The real question here is why can't everyone just be awesome like you and him. ]

[canbedeceitful]

Specify what kind of consistency you're looking for and I might be able to help.

[fistmele]

Anything that won't have me benched for months at a time. That'd be a good start.