bakerstreet | (no subject)

Current Mood: accomplished

(no subject)

Major Arcana Meme

Fate and the Future beckon with a flip of the cards.
What will happen when you pull a card from this stack?
Take chance and see!

How to play:

1. Post with your character and fandom (and preferences) in the subject line
3. Roll the RNG. And since it is a meme about fortune, it might be best to actually roll it instead of pick. But it’s not required.
3. Go crazy! But watch your fate in the cards.

Major Arcana Tarot Meme.

0. The Fool: Starting on a journey. Doing something foolish and taking it on faith that it will turn out alright. Whether or not it does is up in the air. This is the beginning of something new. You’re going on a journey and you don’t know what’s out there. But don’t worry, it’ll be fine.

1. The Magician: Tricksters and Shysters, this is their card. It’s also the card that embodies the you can do anything, might as well show the world what you’ve got spirit. What you will and what you desire are all obtainable.

2. The High Priestess: Choice: Two roads diverge and which one do you want to take? One is bad and one good, but it’s hard to tell which is which.

3 The Empress: Abundance and fertility. Be fruitful and multiply. Or at least, go at it.

4. The Emperor: Responsibility. It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it.

5. The Hierophant: Seeking guidance. Find that mentor figure. Learn something new or figuring out how to do something out that you couldn’t do before.

6. The Lovers: Confusion. Indecision. Id, Ego and Super-Ego. Making a choice between love and the rest of the world.

7. The Chariot: Drive and getting things done. Also opposites attract. Probably they’re driven together. In any case time waits for no one.

8. Strength: Strength to win. Power and control. Overcoming passions. Taming the wild beast. .

9. The Hermit: Introspection. Taking time to think about problems. A wise and inspirational friend who can help you work things out.

10. The Wheel of Fortune: Change in fortune. Action. Luck. Not good luck mind you, but luck.

11. Justice: Cause and effect. Well something’s either coming back to bite you in the ass your give you flowers. Karma’s a bitch sometimes. Unless you’ve been really good to someone then you’ll be quite happen with your return. Otherwise, maybe you should be nicer to people the next time around.

12. The Hanged Man: Acceptance of Reversals. Something about your life isn’t that great, but you have to put on a smile, grit your teeth and deal with it anyway. Make lemonade out of lemons.

13. Death: Rebirth. Not quite reincarnation - though that would be entertaining. Instead you’re restarting. Everything is behind you. That bad relationship? That evil boss? Gone. Start something new. Begin again. The past is the past. Try something different. Or come back as a honey badger.

14. Temperance: Balancing You’ve got two things going on and you need to keep them on the level. Job and love? Two girl/boy/girl and boy friends? If you don’t keep it on an even keel you’re going to get screwed up so badly it’s not even funny. Better hope you can walk that line...

15. The Devil: Emotions. All those nasty thoughts, the feelings you felt when someone said something you didn’t like, they get said because the brain to mouth filter has turned off. . The biting your tongue when someone said something stupid? That filter between your brain and your mouth? Gone. You’re angry. You’re tired. You’re frustrated and you’re going to speak your mind. Damn be the consequences (until you sober up and realize what the fuck you said...)

16. The Tower: Catastrophic Events. Something unexpected has happened and it’s not good. It’s worse than not good. It’s down right hideously awful, and then even worse.

17. The Star: Knowledge given. Go and find yourself a student Obi-Wan. It’s time you taught what you know.

18. The Moon: Watch motives. Yes. They are out to get you. Insanity darkness and yet genius and creativity. Mad Scientists and Trust No One. It’s not Paranoia if there really is a flesh eating demon waiting to eat you.

19. The Sun: Growth, Reward, Truth and progress. It’s all good. Everything is wonderful, sunshine and daisies. Go and share it with others. You know the truth. You know what is going to happen and it’s great. Party. Go on a date. Be happy and spread it.

20. Judgement: Atonement. Repent and forgive. Or ask someone for forgiveness.

21. The World: Attainment. You’ve got it. Everything you’ve always wanted, is there in your hands. The girl. The house. The 3.5 kids. But is it really what you wanted? Are you really happy? You think you are. And it does feel like it. But... maybe... somewhere inside of you, you’re not.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

[Oh, he's got visual all right. Enough to know that there are at least six guys headed directly for their position. Something must have tipped them off.

By the time he's notched his bow and drawn back, two of them are out of sight, probably drawn away by his partner. Clint picks off the last three and then slides back down to the ground. Hopefully Romanov can take out the other two on her own in the meantime.]

[she hears them before they hear her, and it's quick work to dispatch them by the time Clint shows up. Natasha looks up from one of their bodies, holding up some papers she found]

Intel's good. Let's go.

[Barton looks at Romanov hovering over the bodies and wonders why he was ever worried in the first place, then nods.]

Didn't see anyone else coming. But I've got a feeling they're expecting us. We should separate a bit, get some distance between us and split their focus.

Flank them? Sounds like a plan. [she tilts her head, smiling a little] Meet in the middle, take a tally. I like that.

[His smile back at her is just the least bit apprehensive; he even points a warning finger. But he is still smiling.]

Remember, Romanov-- this isn't a contest.

Of course not, Barton. Not at all.

[Not a contest, of course, because obviously Barton's gonna win. Without another word he separates from her, jogging into the woods toward their target, keeping low. The trees provide excellent cover, but terrible line of sight, so it takes him a while to navigate and dispatch the enemy agents in his way.

Of which there aren't as many as he expected, considering that first wave seemed to strike out straight for them. It's almost too quiet, and that unsettles him.

By the time he makes it to what looks like the base camp he's pretty sure there's an ambush planned.]

[Natasha's come to the same conclusion on her end. too few enemies, too easily taken out. this is planned, strategic. they're being herded, she just hasn't figured out how, yet

she crouches low in the brush, watching for Clint. only when she spots him does she pause, take a deep breath, then dive out to draw any ambush away from him and toward her

apparently it works, because she's being fired on. today is wonderful]

[He shakes his head at her, the motion quickening as it dawns on him what she's about to do, but she must not have seen it. Or (hell) she doesn't care.

So he stifles the reaction to shout something stupid like "Romanov! No!" That would make a stupid move even more pointless. He'll just have to grit his teeth, keep his head down, and trust she can handle herself out there. Still, he occasionally picks off the odd assailant, unable to keep from watching her back while he snakes around the perimeter to the main building. It's some quick, efficient set-up that looks halfway between a house and a tent, and that's precisely where their source is holed up. According to intel.]

[she doesn't doubt her ability to hold her own, but she is distracted by concern that Clint won't be able to take down the source. she can't keep them all at bay, and at least one bullet finds its place in her arm, but she's got a wicked adrenaline rush going and it's not like she's faced down back odds, before. Hawkeye manages to pick off a few strays and it helps, but he's still taking longer than she'd like

Natasha takes out another guard, just barely dodging another bullet, looking around for Clint to see if he's made it to the source and taken it out yet or not]

[Even with Romanov diverting the ambush, the source requires its own guards, and though it's only a small circle they're heavily armed. A bow isn't ideal in these close quarters, so Clint switches to his combat knife, keeping to the shadows and dispatching the guards one by one until he's able to look into the center and see what it is they were protecting.

The source is a small child.

He blinks as if that's going to change things, standing there dumbly for a second before coming to a decision. Without a word Clint bundles the kid up in a nearby blanket and carries him out of the tent.

Where, it seems, Romanov's taken on more than she can chew. He signals her as best he can. Fight's over, Romanov. Time to get out of here.]

[she's in a headlock when he comes out with what looks like a bundle in his arms. okay, weird, but she'll handle it. Natasha throws the guard grabbing her, taking out another with an elbow to the jaw, then she's sprinting in the direction Clint went, the sounds of men loading weapons clear behind her. one bullet grazes her side, the other knicks her leg, but she doesn't stop until she's under the cover of the trees, breathing heavily and looking for Barton]

[He's waiting for her next to one of them, half behind it, sheltering the bundle and looking a little pale. Before they can really talk about it, though, Barton curses, less at Romanov's injuries and more the fact a couple of their pursuers are crashing into the forest behind her. He sets the kid down at the base of the tree, hoping he stays put. Then he pulls out his bow and notches an arrow.]

Watch the kid.

[He'll catch hell for that one.]

[she skids to a stop next to him, finally getting a chance to see what was in the bundle, and just. stares]

Well. Intel didn't tell us that.

[but she crouches next to the kid, guns ready, one eye on the boy and another looking for any stragglers Clint might miss]

Nope.

[And when they get back to base Coulson's gonna get an earful. But right now Barton's concentrating on taking out the remaining targets, one by one, the arrow hits occasionally augmented by the firing of a pistol. But there's too many of them, and after what feels like a lifetime of battle he ducks behind the tree, taking a breather.]

They're just gonna keep coming. We've got to make it to the extraction point.

[So far the kid's been silent, as far as Clint can tell, so he nods in his direction.]

How's he doing?

I'm not sure. [it's an honest assessment, and she peeks out from behind the tree to take down a couple guards] No external damage I could see, and he doesn't seem to have internal ones, either. He just seems ... calm.

[it's a bit freaky, if she's honest with herself, and focusing on extraction is far preferable]

It's a mile and a half to where we need to go. I say we steal a car. There's three jeeps behind the bunker; if we can get there, we should be fine.

No kidding. [Clint sneaks a peek himself and decides 'calm' is a serious understatement. The boy just sits there, not even putting his hands over his ears even though the noise should be freaking any kid out. Any kid with a normal childhood.]

Let's do it. [The kid's light, but it's still hard to fight and carry him around. And then there's Romanov's injuries. He doesn't know how much further she can run. Clint removes the blanket from around the kid's shoulders and starts bundling it up.]

Get to the road with him. This time I'll be the distraction.

You can't be serious. [she gives him a look, then looks at the kid. she knows exactly why he's doing it, and she doesn't appreciate it, but she also knows it's their best option, so] Nevermind, you are. Fine. I'll give you thirty seconds after I reach the jeep. After that, you're on your own.

[He only nods, then takes off at a dead run, crashing through branches and leaves, crunching over the ground and making a relative racket compared to Romanov's escape with the source. Once he's got what feels like an entire army following him in close pursuit, he fires another grappling arrow, swings up high into a tree, and waits.

The first line begins to fan out, moving away from Romanov and further into the woods. Barton gives them a second of silent bewilderment before he begins taking them out, nestled in the branches and out of the direct line of sight.]

[she doesn't hesitate when he takes off, gathering the kid and booking it for the vehicle pen. there's little resistance, and what is there she takes out easily, all the while keeping the source close. the kid barely even bats a lash. it's all a little too close to home for her, really, and she's glad to deposit him in the seat next to her when she reaches the jeep

thirty seconds, Barton]

[When he thinks he's given Romanov enough of a head-start to the Jeep, Barton fires an explosive arrow between himself and the others, then swings down from the tree and runs like hell in the other direction, toward the vehicle pen.

By the time he reaches the Jeep he's bleeding freely from several scratches and just the tiniest bit singed, but otherwise doing okay. And with a few seconds to spare. He clambers into the backseat.]

[she all ready has the jeep in gear, and before he's even sitting she's peeling out of the vehicle pen, tearing through the area and into the distance toward their extraction point. a second later she presses a button on a small device and the rest of the vehicles explode. no sense in being followed, and she had that whole 27 seconds to do something while waiting]

Welcome back, Barton.

[He crooks an eyebrow at the explosion's aftermath, twisted around in his seat to look back behind them.]

Nice. A little dramatic, but...

[Hey, he's not going to complain. Barton turns his attention to the child in the seat next to her, leaning forward to buckle the kid's seatbelt. Still not a sound from him. He's beginning to think the kid might be mute.]

He do anything interesting while I was gone?

Thought you might like dramatic.

[she glances down at the kid, then back to the road, frowning]

Nothing. What do you think they wanted with him?

[Well, in a way he does. It definitely makes her even more sexy, but no way he's gonna tell her that.]

I dunno, but he must have been pretty important to their plans. They'll figure it out back at base.

no subject

no subject

I don't even know if these are horrible tactics or not LOL

fuck tactics we do what we want haha

does this make Nat Gimli?

I do believe it does

As long as he doesn't have to toast her

pffft

He's mad at you Nat

who could ever be mad at this face

...That face specifically? >.>

this face *especially*

Well, that one maybe.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

this face especially