[ buckshot is my bread, and I'll drink whiskey instead of water ] [ OPEN ]

[nailsthetarget]

WHO: nailsthetarget and YOU
WHAT: Clint healing. Crankily.
WHERE: Fratvengers house
WHEN: anytime after Clint gets back
WARNINGS: Clint
SUMMARY: The Fratvengers couch has been taken over by a huge, angry archer. Good luck getting the remote back.

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[nailsthetarget]

[ he's never seen her before and really doesn't care, but...well, he's made a lot of weapons in his time. He knows base components when he sees them.

After a few seconds of struggle, he gets up off the couch and disappears into the other room. When he limps back, he's got an armful of stuff.

Clint eases himself back down with a soft groan. Painkiller time's juuuust around the corner. ]

Hey. If you're gonna do that, do it right.

[ he holds up the roll of tape ]

Gaffer's tape. More expensive, but everyone should have some lying around. The texture's easier to keep a grip on. Wrap the whole can, then mount the cap on the side near the bottom.

[ he wraps a pencil in the tape, cutting it off with his teeth. Then he rolls up a paper towel, folds it into a compact square, and secures it to the end of the pencil. ]

This is your wick. It'll last longer than you'd think---plus, you won't have to fuck around with the lighter. Tape it to the cap on the bottom and you can set fire to the countryside with one hand. Safely, too. Hairspray's good, but personally? I like using air fresheners. They use butane as a propellant, and since the fuel needs to be mixed with air to ignite, you lower your chances of getting flashback into the can. What you've got there is a fast-drying hairspray, which uses hydrofluorocarbons. Great for the ozone, not so great for flamethrowers.

[ he pauses. ]

You were making a flamethrower, right?

[mayhavepeace]

[ Rikki stares at him. ] Yeah, that's what I was going for. [ More staring. ] Hairspray and a lighter is what I used the first time, so I was going from experience. [ She's been practicing her technique, too, and her fingers are shiny with blisters and burns. ]

...So, do you build flamethrowers often? [ She can't believe she's not getting a "what the fuck are you doing?" and having her stuff confiscated, honestly. ]

[nailsthetarget]

[ he smiles crookedly, taping up one of the cans. CONGRATS, RIKKI: YOU JUST MET THE BEST WORST INFLUENCE. ]

Yeah, a lighter and hairspray is what most people use when they decide to make homemade flamethrowers. And it works, sure, but a little planning and know-how can save you some fingers. Or your face, if you catch flashback.

[ his smile grows. Just a little. ]

I can't legally answer that. Let's just say I can do some great shit with what most people keep in their kitchen.

[mayhavepeace]

[ Seriously, she's pretty sure even Steve would try to take them off her. But this is... pretty cool actually. ] As long as you're not a terrorist.

[ She looks at the makeshift flamethrower. ] Thanks.

[nailsthetarget]

Nah. [ oh Rikki, he could tell you such stories of all the terrorists he's killed! ] I had front row seats for the liberations of Kosovo and Afghanistan, though. The fall of the Berlin Wall, too. You could say that I've been around the block.

[ he reaches over with his left hand---two of the fingers of his right hand are still splinted. ]

I'm Barton.

[mayhavepeace]

Rikki. [ She's always had a good, strong handshake. It was something her grandpa taught her when she was about nine. ] Good meeting you. [ Okay, she can see why Kate likes him.

After a moment, she asks, ] Know anything about sonic weapons?

[nailsthetarget]

They're technically non-lethal. Which means you can get away with a lot with them.

[ ayup Mr. Super-Sniper has used them upon many an occasion. Not as fun, but sometimes people don't want targets straight up killed. ]

[mayhavepeace]

I really meant about modifying them. [ Rikki puts the flamethrower down. ] I have some that disorient people, but I'm thinking that I really want them to be able to pop eardrums. [ No one ever said Rikki didn't have a vengeful streak. ]

[nailsthetarget]

Popping eardrums? You can do that. Takes some finagling and some parts I don't have on hand, but it can be done.

[ the best thing about Clint is that he won't ask questions. You need to know how to make flamethrowers? You want hi-tech weapons? He'll provide, if you're interesting to him. He won't even ask what they're for, because he fully understands that sometimes, bitches just need shot. ]

[mayhavepeace]

[ Rikki pulls out her sonic discs and puts them on the table. ] Really? How can I make these do that?

[nailsthetarget]

[ Clint picks it up, getting his fingers all over it. He's a tactile man. It's part of what makes him such an excellent archer---knowing his weapons, knowing how they're meant to feel, and knowing how to make them sing.

He's a boy who likes his toys, and the stun disc is something new. ]

Hm. Airfoil lifting shape. [ he tosses it in the air once, straight up. ] Eccentric center of gravity. [ he throws it at the wall above the television---with way, way more force than Rikki could put behind it. ] Epicycloid flight pattern---took some getting used to, didn't it? It's nice. Not the most effective weapon, but good in a pinch.

[ he pushes himself up again, hobble-walking to retrieve it. ]

It's easier said than done. Your best bet would be to get one of the team science eggheads in on it, but good luck convincing them it's for a school project.

[mayhavepeace]

It took awhile for me to get the hang of it [ Rikki admits. ] I'm not big on projectiles, really. [ she frowns. ] Spidey knows why I need it, but I dunno if I can convince him to tweak it...

[nailsthetarget]

On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you need it?

[ because okay, Clint is just impressed with anyone who likes to play with things that shoot and blow up as much as he does. There are people he could ask, and they won't ask him what he'd be using them for. They'd know what he's using it for. He's about to say so when the littlest member of the household comes skittering in from the other room.

He's not sure how a dog can smell hair color, but Hawkeye does. And he's really, really serious about eliminating the Red Threat. So the corgi comes skidding around the couch, barking madly; Clint has to dive to get the dog before he launches himself at Rikki.

He tucks the puppy under his arm like a football. Hawkeye's short legs flail wildly. ]

Stand down, soldier.

[mayhavepeace]

[ Rikki watches the whole scene with a look of mild bewilderment. It's amazing how much dog Hawkeye can look like a threat when he is streaking towards her like a fluffy, adorable missle. ] ...I'm sorry, what just-

[nailsthetarget]

Sorry. He's---[ Clint wrestles with the wriggling dog. His tiny legs are still pinwheeling. ] ---I have some history with a redhead, so a friend of mine trained him to attack redheads on sight. Makes him hell to walk.

[mayhavepeace]

[ Rikki has the good grace to look amused. ] Good idea. One out of four gingers don't actually have souls. Scientific fact.