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The { MASQUERADE } Meme

Masquerade
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade

It's a splendid night for a party!

You received an invitation to a masquerade party and after wondering who exactly throws these things anymore outside of people in Italy and the strange people in that Vanilla Sky movie, you've decided to attend! Decked out in your best (or maybe not so best - it may have been last minute, after all), you descend on the party and prepare to make it a night to remember.

Is it your friend's annual Halloween party with a twist? Perhaps you're an international spy, trying to find out the best way to steal the Crown Jewels. Maybe this is part of Spirit Week at your high school and you really wish that your classmates would be more creative next time.

Elaborate Venetian, playful animals, dazzling supernatural creatures - the night is young. Have fun.

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This is not a RNG meme. Your characters' role and situation is entirely up to you. "But how do you play?" you might ask. It's as simple as 1, 2, 3!

1.) Post with your character. In the subject line, type of your character's name and canon. If you'd like, in the comment section, you can describe what mask/costume your character is wearing.
2.) Tag around! This is a party after all, and your character can't find any of their usual crew behind their masks (or maybe they can and need to tease them mercilessly for their choice of costume).
3.) Profit!

First person to drop the chandelier buys drinks for everyone!

stolen from

dammithardison here

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He'd been about to try and get her attention to verify what she was doing, even though he figured it was going to make sure at least one of their snipers stayed down, but he didn't have to because he already heard the low throb of a helicopter approaching and he couldn't help but smile, just a little.

Apparently these guys had planned this, and SHIELD had just been waiting for the call, which likely meant that the pair of them had been used as bait even on top of the job from the night before, unless the two were related, he suspected they'd find that out soon enough.

Natasha was weighing her options when she heard the first indication of an approaching helicopter in the distance. While Clint smiled at this she frowned instead, her eyes narrowing slightly. They were early, and she quickly came to the same conclusion that Clint had, or at least considered the possibility.

Whether this had all been a set-up or not back-up was still here, and she allowed herself to slump to the ground, her back pressed against the side of the car. Between the lack of sleep last night, the injury and the fading adrenaline now that they were in the clear she was feeling rather fatigued. She was hoping they could do the debriefing on the ride back because she wanted nothing more than to just crawl into her own bed as soon as they returned.

Clint was thinking much the same thing and for much the same reason, which was why he was relieved when the second car arrived, one of the usual fleet. Unobtrusive, downright small, really, compared to the SUV, and with Coulson in the driver's seat.

Clint felt that this boded well for a debriefing on the go and being able to take a shower and a good long nap when they got back. The senior agent apparently waited for an all-clear from the chopper and the new ground crew before he opened his door, "Get in, let's go."

Natasha stayed where she was, gun still clutched in her hand, until she heard Coulson’s order. Letting out a breath she pushed back to her feet and moved quickly to the car, depositing herself smoothly into the backseat. Only then did she set her gun aside.

“This wasn’t exactly the mission we signed up for,” she said. Reaching under the passenger seat in front of her she pulled out a first aid kit and set it on the seat beside her before finally slumping back and giving herself a moment to rest.

"Not the one I signed you up for either." Coulson replied, as calm as ever, though there was a tightness around his eyes, at the corner of his mouth. If Clint hadn't been so tired, he would have found it interesting that apparently even Coulson was being kept in the dark as to what it was they were doing.

Right at the moment, however, he was too tired even to be curious, dragging his quiver and bow out of the SUV before dropping himself into the passenger side of the car, glancing back at Natasha in the rear view mirror as he did so. He did have enough energy to be amused that Coulson waited until they were both buckled in before pulling away.

Natasha looked up, studying what she could see of Coulson’s face in the rearview mirror. He had made sure they had been prepared for trouble if they encountered it, but it didn’t sound like he had known what to expect either.

“So what was it, then?” she asked, turning her eyes back to her arm. Removing the makeshift bandage she was relieved to note that while the bullet had left a deep gash it had passed straight through. Digging a bullet out of her flesh was not high on her list of ways to cap off this mission so she was glad to not have to.

Removing the antiseptic from the kit she clenched her teeth and set about cleaning the wound.

"This was added on as a rider late last night before I could schedule your extraction." Coulson said, giving her a glance in the rear view mirror, mostly just making sure that she was alright.

"That's why we got the update we did." Clint surmised, giving a nod and settling himself a little more comfortably, head leaning back against the headrest, "And the warning."

Coulson nodded, just once, "And the warning." That was all he had to say on the matter, since the next thing he said was: "Report, how did the initial mission go?"

Natasha conducted the debriefing in her usual ‘to the point’ manner, her voice rarely wavering even as she continued to tend to her wound. She told Coulson how the original mission had gone pretty much to plan. The mark had taken the bait, she had gotten him somewhere secluded and administered the drug and he had sung like a bird. They hadn’t been able to make it out clean but Clint had photographed the faces of those that had attacked them, and Natasha gave Phil a full physical description of them, just to be thorough. By the time she had concluded she had pushed the medical kit to the side and cleaned the blood from her hands.

“The confession is on this,” she said, rolling up her pantleg and removing the small card she’d had strapped to her leg. It was the memory card from her recorder from the party. “Agent Barton has a secondary copy.” She handed the small chip through between the seats.

Coulson listened attentively even as he drove. It was something that Clint often wondered how he did it, multitasked that way well enough that he could -and would- remember the details even though he hadn't written anything down.

The senior agent nodded once, tucking the chip away, giving Clint a sideways glance, "You have anything to add, Barton?"

Clint just shook his head, and even though his eyes were still closed, he knew the look he was getting, "No, sir. She covered all the important parts."

Once she had handed off the info, Natasha let herself collapse back against the seat and close her eyes. Unlike Clint she hadn’t slept a wink, and as the adrenaline faded the exhaustion was finally catching up with her.

“Can I assume this counts as our official debriefing and that we’re free to go when we get back?” she asked once Clint had confirmed her story. She would probably be expected to stop at medical to have her wound properly tended, but she trusted her own skills and if she could she would be putting it off until after she slept.

Coulson nodded, "I'll make sure that it does. Just see to it that you get to medical sometime in the next twenty four hours to get the field dressing changed out for a standard." He knew that she was competent enough to handle it, but also knew that he'd be the one to catch hell if it wasn't properly handled. So that 24 hour window was the closest thing to a compromise he knew they could get away with.

Clint hadn't exactly nodded off, he was still listening, but he was definitely taking the time he could to rest. Sure, he'd been the one of them to sleep the night before, but not for anything even close to long enough.

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