Summary:Malfunctioning drones attack, and some heroes respond! Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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"Seriously?" Clint's voice is incredulous as he rushes across the elevated train, darting over the tracks and leaping past the overhanging light that's flashing red. "I'm the closest to this. Me."
On the SHIELD comms Clint Barton's handler responds, « Roger that Hawkeye. We've got thirteen drones locked with a firmware update that has them stuck on evasive. They need to come down before they advance to aggression. »
"You guys really know how to ruin a Sunday, you know that right?"
And as he rushes he leaps off the side of those tracks, falling the ten feet or so and rolling on the rooftop. Distantly there's a buzzing and whirring as that small cloud of drones flickers through the air and down toward the crowd of people below on the famous Fashion Avenue. Just small frisbee sized objects flickering around and getting some attention from passersby.
"What are those?" Some people in the crowd ask.
"Some sort of advertising campaign?"
"They're kinda cute."
Though the curiousity changes gears as one of the drones buzzes a tall man and its tazer flicks out and rather roughly /ZOTS/ the man.
"Hey!" Some people scatter, "These things are messed up!"
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As if often the case when the unknown happens, or there's a problem, somebody has called 911. And the emergency vehicles truck out, full speed, to where the issue is. Sometimes it's an alien space-ship. Sometimes it's a car accident. Sometimes in a cat in a tree.
Sometime's it's strange flying frizbees.
Often the response is very fast, if they're already mobilized nearby. In this case, just finishing with a car accident, two police cars and a fire truck pull into the area, lights going, but no sirens howling. A few police officers consider what's going on, while a meter maid spots the officers, coming over to point expressively at the zotting robots, the tasered man on the ground.
"I don't know what we can do about this," comments one of the fireman, as he and Ryan get off the truck as it pulls up, in time to duck a passing drone that wings at them. "Didn't bring your big net?" Ryan asks dryly, as they look for a possible authority figure in the area.
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For her own part? Sunny wasn't out on any missions, she wasn't working for emergency services and it had been a -long- time since she'd worked in law enforcement. Even then, that'd hadn't really been official. Nope, the blonde woman was out and about in the street, dressed in jeans and a midriff-baring yellow tank top despite the weather for one simple reason. She'd been hungry!
With a coffee in one hand and a donut in the other she had been quite happily walking her way through the streets when she'd rounded the corner and stopped…currently staring at one of those small floating robots. Huh.
There's a moment of pause, enough time for her to swallow her mouthful and then the sudden surge of a tazer shocking her has the goddess jumping more out of startled 'shock' than anything else. "Hey!" she protests, only to look down at her now dropped drink and snack. A frown, a clench of her teeth and then she lashes out, crashing her hands down atop of the thing with about 30 tons of force…assuming she can hit the damn thing.
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As if summoned by Ryan's query, there's a figure that's dropping from the sky, landing on a fire escape and then bouncing off to catch the curve of a lamp post and lets it help guide and slow him down as he hits the sidewalk in a crouch, then straightens up with his bow falling into his hand.
There's a snap/hiss of controlled hydraulics as the weapon extends fully and he rests a hand on the quiver at his side, "Clear the streets folks, small… drone problem here. I got this!" Some might recognize him, Hawkeye, the guy with the bow on the Avengers. Though he doesn't exactly have the same PR that someone like say Thor would.
Of course that's all said before Sunny's donut and coffee go flying. Clint nocks an arrow, draws… only for him to witness the goddess shatter the housing of that drone and send it crashing into the ground with a /crack/ of impact that leaves it in fragments scattered upon cement and asphalt.
"Nice." He offers with a grin, and then brings the bow up and neatly impales another on the end of an armor-piercing arrow, the little device whirling around in an arc propellers complaining before it hits the ground and skitters across, falling silent.
Eleven more to go.
Clint breaks into a run, tracking the targets and frowning even as the drones start to pursue their targets of choice. Some head one way, some head another, and a couple head towards Ryan crazily enough.
*
That there is an Avenger. That works for the emergency response teams as someone that might know something. This is clearly a superhero style problem, with robot invaders that could be from Neptune - or just a test suite from Tony Stark. Things around New York have left the teams a little jaded about things like that.
They'll do their best, though. "We're on it, Hawkeye," answers the big fireman near him, Ryan, when Hawkeye directs them. Ryan's coworker gives a thumbs up, passing Ryan his helmet. The team begins to wade into the groups of people, helping the police direct passerby into cover or out of the area.
The ones that head for Ryan cause him to attempt to duck under them as they buzz over, moving to try to keep distance while helping people. It's not a shock, Ryan's a big target. Ryan helps snare the arm of a young lady that stumbled, and gets a decent look at the rubbish left of the drone that Sunny encountered. Jeezus. His eyes widen a little, but he helps the young woman into the shelter of a coffee shop's interior, before rushing out again - only to have to stop suddenly when a drone is right there. Ack!
*
Well, Sunny had -heard- of Hawkeye, the guy hung around with the Avengers and used a bow and arrow…it was memorable enjoy if only for the craziness of the weapon choice. Still, she hadn't recognized him at first until he'd started skewering drones with that rather fancy update to a traditional weapon. Not quite as flashy as Thor when she'd met him, but hey, who was?
Ryan gets a look, the fireman was certainly eye-catching enough, but then there was also that sudden problem of the drone on in his path.
There's a flash of light, blinding as it might be, and then the crack of a gunshot ringing out. That drone now had a hole the size of a baseball in its side, still glowing with heat.
It wasn't a hammer, but in place of the treats she'd been robbed, Sunny now held what looked to be a classic revolver of dark metal with engravings glowing gold. "What's with the evil roombas?" she calls out, apparently having no intention to run away herself for rather obvious reasons.
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The drone proceeds to menace poor Ryan, its tazer looking bright and tazerly. For a moment it even floats closer, the weapon sparing as the LED changes from red to green in that brief moment when it undoes the 'safety' setting on the weapon…
"Hah, nice shot." It's rare Hawkeye actually says that as he shoots a sidelong glance toward Sunny. His lip twists, amused even as he's rushing ahead. Then to Ryan, "Heads up and on a swivel, kid."
A few steps and he's leaping onto someone's car hood and sliding over it, landing in a crouch as a pair of arrows are nocked. He comes up, takes bead, fires, and slices through both, sending them in a whirling dance downwards.
Over his shoulder he shouts, "Bad Drones it looks like, probably hung out with some juvenile delinquent drones, didn't get proper care from their parent drones!"
Another nock, draw, loose… and more spare parts scatter on the ground.
*
"Thanks for the assist!" Ryan calls to whoever shot the drone that had been in front of him giving him the LED stink-eye. He's guessing Hawkeye, since it was a projectile, until Hawkeye compliments someone else. Sunny it is. Ryan gives Hawkeye an unsure look when he's told to have his head on a swivel. Well, he'll do his best to not get zapped, and help the civilians in the meanwhile.
However, he does get smarter, and pauses next to one of the tables, turning it to unscrew the leg joint—- until a drone is right on him again, and he snares the table by the leg base and sort of shoves the flat side of the table at the drone. There's no real way for Ryan to harm them, but he CAN distract it….
"Got one here!" he yells, trying to keep the table between him and the drone.
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Eventually, the police were probably going to be asking Sunny about where she got her firearm. Pulling a gun out and opening fire in New York tended to get a raised eyebrow or two even in a circumstance such as this. She'd just have to deal with it later. Moving with her weapon raised, the blonde woman gives a little 'salute' with her fingers of her free hand and moves to hunt some more drones. Hawkeye's explaination? It earns a little shrug. "Damn that rock music, huh?"
%T Ryan's call, she makes her way over to the trapped 'critter' and presses the barrel against the table that was holding the thing down. "Nice goin'," she actually smiles like she was pleasently greeting someone at a cafe rather than pulling the trigger on million-dollar hardware.
*
The drone is trapped under the upturned table, humming and buzzing as it tries to break free. Normally drones would damage their rotors but these seem to be made of fairly strong construction, the metal durable and the props even cutting divots into the table each time it flares and tries to take off again.
Outside, Clint is still marking targets and taking them down. Bow lifting and firing, the draw from the quiver an almost mechanical movement so tied to his muscle memory.
"Only two left." He says to whomever might be listening. He turns and rises to his feet, starting to make his way toward where Ryan was hollaring from. Though his footsteps falter as he reaches that point and sees them. "You got this?"
He asks that of them looking back and forth even as there's a whirring from behind, another drone sneaking up, tazer sparking…
Only for Barton to nock, draw, shoot, all in one smooth motion without looking at the thing and pinning it to the wall.
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"Sure," Ryan yells back to Hawkeye over the extremely loud sound of the rotors hidding the ground and the table. It's making the table kick up against Ryan's arms in uncomfortable vibration, but he's hanging on anyway. He loses his helmet from it, though, as he crashes back.
When Sunny decides to fire her revolver super close and point blank, Ryan jerks back, letting the table go, one forearm defensively over his face as shrapnel from the table flies, protecting his face. He checks the cowering people behind him in the coffee shop first, making sure they're uninjured.
"I think we're okay here," yells Ryan overly loud, from the ringing of the revolver.
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Gunsmoke, the smell of burnt wood and a ringing of the retort, Sunny draws back her weapon and then exhaling a breath to blow the smoke from the barrel. "Is that the lot of them?" she calls out, giving a little twirling of her weapon and then making to holster it in a gunslinger belt that hadn't been there moments ago along with its twin that hadn't been drawn.
Glancing towards Ryan, she pats the man on the shoulder and then begins to walk back out to where the archer had been dealing with things himself. "So…" she begins lightly, tilting her head to the side. "Where might the man who built these be? He owes me coffee and cake."
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"One sec," Clint steps back and turns his head to the side, starting to count visibly on his fingers, ticking them off as he goes back over the sequence of events and looks over across the way. His blue eyes flit from dead drone to dead drone as he considers them and then touches a hand to the ear-piece in his ear.
"Control, verify, thirteen targets."
« Roger that, Hawkeye. Thirteen, One Three. » The voice is only heard by him most likely.
"Alright, then we got a clear slate here. Send in the recovery team. Think there might be some bits and pieces they can go over." That said he takes his hand away from the ear piece and walks in half-smiling to the two others. "Yer all not so bad at this whole Avengerin' thing, guys." He offers to them.
Then to Sunny, "Looks like." And she makes her request, "I dunno, but if needs be I suppose I could fill in for him in that capacity."
*
Ryan startles slightly when Sunny pats him, but gives her a professional nod. His eyebrow is up at the superhero theatrics of her spinning her gun, but he smiles briefly. He's not comfortable, this is the closest he's been to a 'hero', and there's two here.
Ryan finishes helping those stuck in the coffee shop outside, as Hawkeye gives the all-clear. And then Hawkeye seems to immediately hit on Sunny; Ryan turns and bends to collect his helmet, to keep the amused look from the pair of them. Ryan pauses, as if he were going to add something, but the date suggestion made that awkward. He tips his helmet up a little at Hawkeye and Sunny, quiet, righting the table back onto it's feet. Sort of. It's wobbly for more than one reason now.
"Is her leg all right? Scraped?" Ryan asks one of the bystanders that is limping past, immediately back to business to direct her outside to where the medical vehicles have arrived on the scene next to the police cruisers.
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To ask her, Sunny wouldn't call herself a Superhero…gunslinger? Sure, but superhero was probably something that would earn a laugh from her. Still, the woman turns to give a little glance towards the injured and the talk of the hurt. Technically, she did carry the means to do some healing beyond that of normal medicine…but if it wasn't needed? She'd hold off. She wasn't big on hanging around after a mess like this and she didn't exactly have a mask or an Avenger's badge.
"Really?" she muses, shrugging her shoulders. "Never sent an Avenger to get me a coffee before…or anyone. Huh. Cream and two sugars?" there's a smirk despite herself and then she looks back over towards the fireman and then tilting her head to the side. "Might be worth checking in with uh…that guy. He did lend a hand, but I didn't catch his name."
*
Lifting his voice, Clint calls out to the scared people inside, "All clear folks, people will be along to clean things up. You're safe now. If anyone's injured be sure to come outside and speak to the paramedics or…"
He tilts his head Ryan's way and then asks quickly, "What's yer name, kid?" His blue eyes flitting back and forth at Ryan's, then alight upon the name-tag on his shirt. He turns away and lifts his voice, "Or you can come over here and get my man, Locke to check you out. Hobbes would be here, but he'd be all state of nature at you guys and say you need to deal with your problems yourselves."
That said he steps back toward the door. Over his shoulder he says, "Cream and two sugars, you got it." And for now disappears from view.
*
At Clint's somewhat bizarre introduction, bringing in philosophy, Ryan looks overwhelmed by it. His day has become very weird: flying drones, and Avengers making political philosophy jokes. "Yes. Right," Ryan says, finally, just agreeing with the Avenger. It's better to go along with it than question the hero with the bow that ducked back into the coffee shop.
Ryan gives Sunny a final nod, having not heard she wanted to check on him, and instead leads the group that Clint assigned him over to the police and medical staff.
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