Atlas Gym, Saturday

[so_hawkward]

Clint had woken up with a bad feeling about this weekend.

Honestly, thanks to the past few months, it wasn't unusual for him to wake up on Saturdays with a generally uneasy sense. But this was a much sharper, clearer Bad Feeling, and Clint had found that the best way to deal with that kind of sensation was to go shoot at things until he stopped thinking. That method worked a lot better, however, when he didn't miss everything he shot at.

If anyone needed Clint this morning, he'd be at the gym, sitting quietly behind the desk with his bad feelings, waiting for whatever this was to go the hell away.

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie didn't have a bad feeling about anything. But she did know something was up with this weekend, because with all of Peter's bitching it had been kind of hard not to notice.

Seemed like a good enough time to check up on people, a takeaway cup from the Perk in hand.

"You look grumpy."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Barton," Coulson said as he approached the desk. "I hoped I would find you here."

[so_hawkward]

"The island's being stupid," Clint said, having spent enough time around Natalie to know he didn't have to be mature when he wasn't feeling like it. "Are you feeling okay today?"

[so_hawkward]

"Uh, hey there sir," Clint said, straightening up a little out of habit. "You found me. Is there something I can help you with?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"You can relax. I'm just hoping to get some information," Coulson said. "Have you noticed anything weird today?"

[whenshewasnice]

Oh, Natalie would have called him out on faking maturity, for sure.

She shrugged. "I'm normal." For her usual value of normal, anyway. "What'd the island do to you? I don't see any randomly abnormal limbs or anything."

Because someone else had those.

[so_hawkward]

"Multiple things actually," Clint said. He wondered if he could get away with not being specific but really, he knew who he was talking to. "Have you picked up on it too?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint looked down at his arms, just in case, and shook his head. "I don't know, it's hard to explain. I have a weird, bad feeling about things, and my aim is completely messed up. I guess weird limbs would be a lot worse, now that I think about it."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Well, I hear godlike beings in my head. And I can do this." Coulson suddenly took off, running at a wall much faster than Clint had ever seen him go, taking a couple steps up the wall before flipping backwards.

When he landed on his feet, his tie had flipped over his shoulder and his shoes looked scuffed. But still, that was pretty badass, right?

[whenshewasnice]

"Leads to knocking things over a lot," Natalie replied. Peter's poor lamp. ...And desk. "A bad feeling and lack of aiming skills seems a little easier in comparison. Assuming we don't get invaded or anything."

[throughaphase]

After spending her morning being kind of hopeful and waiting for her powers to magically come back and being disappointed because this town wasn't nearly that nice, Kitty decided she wanted to hit things. And wanted to whine at her boyfriend. Luckily she could do both things at the gym.

So when she came in, actually using the damn door and feeling a little resentful towards said door because of it, she griped, "This better be a weekend thing."

[so_hawkward]

"Maybe I'll know about it ahead of time." And then he could hide with the rest of the cowards. "Seriously, do we have to make some sort of sacrifice to the island to get a few weeks of peace around here? A fresh teal deer? Maybe a squirrel or two?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint stared at Coulson for a moment before cracking up. "Wow, okay. I think this place might like you or something."

[so_hawkward]

"What? Did you get messed with too?" Clint asked. Surprisingly, to him at least, he was actually as pissed off at that prospect as he was about his missing aim.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I can also blow things up with fire," Coulson said matter-of-factly.

That probably explained the singing on his jacket sleeve.

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm, I'd think the island considers those its own," Natalie noted, shaking her head. "If its sentience goes that far. They're probably not sacrificial material."

[throughaphase]

"My phasing's broken," she complained, leaning against the desk. "I thought I was sore from moving stuff yesterday but slamming into walls hurts way worse."

[so_hawkward]

"Well, then things from off the island, or something," Clint offered. "Maybe if we can't get peaceful weekends, at least we could make good things happen, like those little animals in balls."

[whenshewasnice]

"I really don't think killing defenseless creatures is going to help here," Natalie said, actually looking a bit put out by the idea, to be honest. "It is what it is. At least no one seems likely to die this weekend."

[so_hawkward]

"That is so unfair. I mean, congratulations," Clint said after a moment. "You look like you've been enjoying the experimenting."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I had to know what I was dealing with," Coulson said. "So you've been affected as well?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint frowned and leaned over to look at her and check for any big bruises. "My aim's broken too. I tried to practice this morning and it was embarrassing. I'm going to start hiding on the weekends if this keeps up."

[throughaphase]

"Well, that sucks," Kitty frowned. She'd figured it if was an island-wide thing it was some sort of power-zap, but he should have been able to skip this one. "Maybe we should start getting hotel rooms in Baltimore on Friday night and come back on Monday when it's normal. As a preventative measure."

Because she didn't know that wouldn't help most of the time.

[so_hawkward]

"You could say that," Clint said, sighing. "I don't seem to be able to do anything cool though and my aim's all messed up. Like I said, very unfair. The least this place could do is let me fly or something, you know?"

[so_hawkward]

"You know, that sounds kind of tempting," Clint said with a smirk, because his aim might have been off, but the rest of him was working as usual.