The Aliens Meme

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THE ALIENS MEME

People always wondered if there was intelligent life out there beyond our solar system. Well lucky us, there is. But take away the lucky part and we're left with an alien race that wants nothing more than to use our bodies as incubators for their babies. If not out right kill us. They're intelligent and adapt to situations to overcome what is thrown at them and will do everything to find you. Once they do, who can say what will happen. 
 

Either way. You're going to die. 

Unless you can escape.

HERE'S WHAT TO DO:

• Post with your character (name and fandom in the subject).
• Other people reply and they become your 'team' the survivors trying to escape.
• Work together, or don't, to outsmart the Xenomorphs (the aliens).
• You will also run into these little suckers, and if they catch you they'll cling to your face, implanting an alien baby inside you. Have fun with that. They're hard to get off as their tail wraps around your throat, usually to knock the victim out to make them easier to handle.
• Get to an escape pod on the ship you're on, or blow up the ship. Maybe you all die. Either way, have fun!
• WARNING FOR GRAPHIC DEATHS AND CREEPY ALIENS!
   

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Clint Barton | MCU or EMH

[broken_arrow]

[One on one is cool, but a group would be awesome]

[starkingenuity]

"Shh." Tony holds his fingers against his own lips and frowns at Barton. Hiding in the vents? That's bad enough. But he's trying to be a genius here and he can't do that with Hawkeye squawking at him. The device that will let them track whatever demon spawn have decided to infiltrate Avengers Tower. And, hopefully, the rest of the team.

[broken_arrow]

Clint glared back at Tony for having the audacity to shush him. He had been trying to lay out a battle plan here!

Zipping his lips, the archer tried to get a look at Tony's fancy little device without having to squeeze too close to the other man in the confined space. At least Thor wasn't up there with him, he'd probably fill the whole vent, and most likely get stuck.

[starkingenuity]

Battle plans are for later. And Tony will help. He loves tactical talk, even if he usually just does his own thing anyway. The man is a menace to himself and society. And he would be to whatever those things were if their blood hadn't ruined his suit.

Tony Stark prefers combat as Iron Man. He's not really big on vent crawling.

Handing over his 'fancy little device' with a look of triumph, Tony turns and crawls back towards one of the gratings on the R & D floor. He expects Barton to follow, obviously.

[broken_arrow]

Trying to ignore Tony’s smug look, Clint took a moment to look at the bit of tech. If he was reading it right, the room right below them was clear, a fact that seemed to be confirmed when Tony went right for the grate that would let them down into it.

“I hope you’re still in the weapons business to some degree, because we could really use some right about now,” Clint muttered, almost under his breath, as he followed Stark. He had his trusty bow and quiver with him, which of course made crawling around in tight spaces even more uncomfortable, but the had already spent a few arrows trying to get somewhere safe. He had to admit begrudgingly that that was one advantage to guns: smaller ammo and much more plentiful.

[starkingenuity]

"They're not weapons," Tony insists as he lowers himself out of the grate. He needs to drop the last two feet but he does it with as much grace as he can muster, stumbling only a little. He doesn't wait to see what the trained acrobat can do.

Show off.

Heading right over to the console, he tries to tap into the main server core... "Shit. Busted." As if he hadn't known it already. That corrosive blood is pissing him off. "We need to get to the sub basement."

[broken_arrow]

Even though Tony wasn’t watching, Clint didn’t disappoint, pulling off a perfect landing as he dropped out of the vent. While Stark tried to get online, the archer took a moment to look around for anything that could prove useful against these creatures. Why did it have to be aliens? He’d never had to fight an alien before the whole Avengers Initiative thing, he hadn’t even been sure they existed, and now? Always freaking aliens.

“The sub basement?” he repeated, rounding back on Tony. “Oh, that’s great.” Of course they had to go to the basement when they were on one of the top floors in the tallest tower, and there were aliens corroding the hell out of everything. The elevator would certainly be a risk. “Maybe we should just propel down the side of the building. If those things see us we can test if they can fly or not.”

He was only being half sarcastic.

[starkingenuity]

Too bad Tony seems to like that idea. "I might be able to make us a rig." He couldn't get to his suit. And those things could eat right through the metal. They're too strong and flight doesn't really have an advantage when you need to be quick and agile and be able to hide.

Red and gold? Not so good with that. "I won't have enough cable for the whole thing, but we can go twenty stories probably."

[broken_arrow]

Of course Tony liked the idea. Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time Clint had attempted it; he only hoped it wouldn’t be the last. He also hoped it wouldn’t be as painful as the most recent attempt when he’d crashed through a plate glass window at the end of the jump. That had hurt like a bitch.

“Alright, that’s a start. What floor are we on now?” Clint asked. Pulling out the tracker he had stashed in his pocket to descend from the ceiling, he held it up. “And what kinda range does this thing have? Can it read that far down?” Because propelling twenty stories down the side of a building and crashing through a window only to find that they had landed themselves right in the centre of an alien swarm was not high on his list of good scenarios.

[starkingenuity]

"Eighty-first." His smile is weak a best. Repelling off of a building nearly as tall as the Empire State Building is going to be beyond dangerous, just with wind sheer factor alone. He gets to working though. It's their best shot. "That should work about a hundred yards. That should give us a pretty good range."

And if it doesn't, they're screwed all ready. They don't even know if they're going to make it, but risk is part of their lives.

Tony drags equipment over to the window to act an an achor and begins to wind cable.

[broken_arrow]

"So that only leaves us about sixty flights of stairs left. Awesome." Clint could probably handle it, he'd been through pretty rigorous training for SHIELD and since joining the Avengers he pushed himself even harder, refusing to be the weak link because he had no super powers. Tony, though, he wasn't sure about. The guy fought in an armoured suit with all the high tech gadgets he could afford, which was... well, all the high tech gadgets. Just how good could his stamina be?

Though just because Clint thought he could do it didn't mean he wanted to, nor that he would without a healthy dose of complaining.

"You got a glass cutter or anything around here to take with us?"

[starkingenuity]

It's true. Tony isn't an acrobat. He didn't grow up in the circus. His body is not his weapon, his mind is. The armor allows his mind to be that weapon but now...he's stuck. He's very much out of his league. But he does make up for it in-- Well, not common sense. Absolutely not. Every fiber of common sense is yelling at him now not to do this. It's stupid. Reckless! He'll get himself killed and...

Oh, such is life.

It has to end sometime.

"Yeah, second drawer, should work all right," he hums, directing a robot to clamp the cable in place.

[broken_arrow]

The room is organized chaos. The fact that Tony could pinpoint exactly where the glass cutter was in all the drawers full of gadgets and junk was pretty impressive, then again he was an impressive man, not that Clint would ever admit to that. The last thing Tony Stark needed was anyone stroking his already overinflated ego.

“Right, got it,” the archer replied as he pocketed the device before checking out the fancy tracker thing again. So far the coast was still clear, though there seemed to be something moving around on the floor directly above theirs.

“How’s that coming? We don’t need anything fancy,” he asked, trying to keep all worry out of his voice.

[starkingenuity]

Just because everything Tony tends to do ends up fancy doesn't mean that he doesn't understand how to work quickly, under pressure, and with only as much pizazz as needed. There's just no time to gold burnish the wire. Oh well.

"Almost done."

The trouble is compensating for wind sheer, and doing it off the top of his head while constructing a pulley might seem easy -- he is a genius -- but there's a lot of other things going on like...oh...alien invasions? Being stuck with Clint Barton?

His mind is heavy.

"All right, all right, that'll work, I'll go first."

[broken_arrow]

Clint gave Tony’s handiwork a wary eye but he said nothing, especially when the billionaire volunteered to go first. If it didn’t work and he ended up a splat on the pavement then Clint would just have to find another way out.

“You better take this, then,” the archer said, handing over the glass cutter. “If you’re waiting for a heartfelt speech don’t bother, they’re not my style. Get moving.”

Even as he said the words the corner of his lips curved upwards slightly. Maybe he didn’t say it, and maybe they didn’t always get along, but he did count Tony among his friends and that was saying something. He might just care more than a little if the makeshift harness didn’t work, and not just because of the inconvenience.