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mental link; day 49/50ish

[ Sam's... not normally one to use the mental link to talk to the Nest in general; he still prefers in person most of the time. But the only other option he can think of for something like this is to stick up flyers, so mental link it is. With his widened connection comes the feeling of feathers and a distance rush of wind. ]

( For those of you who don't know me - I'm Sam. I'm one of the people you can find spending half the day in the training hall. I know a lot of us have got our own training routine, but I'm looking to step outside mine a little.

Guess you could call this an interest check, see who'd be up for doing some training in working together. I know everyone ain't into the team thing and I'm not asking you to be, if you don't want to. Just looking for the willing. We're all doing missions together, it'd be nice to have some practice seeing how our skills can compliment each other.

Not gonna drop my resume on people who ain't interested, but I'll answer any questions you want about my experience. Or you can find me in the training hall every morning. )

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[ The sensation of a chuckle curls across their mental link, low and warm. Not like it's news to Clint that he's been thinking about this for a while. ]

( You volunteering, turtle dove? )

( You need to ask? I'm disappointed, sweetheart. )

[ Not much between them can be considered news at this point, really. ]

( I dunno, when it comes to things like 'broadening my horizons,' I like to double check. I'm a gentleman like that. )

[ Nah, but even as much in each other's heads as they are - there's no reason that Sam can't talk about it anyway and be a little ridiculous. ]

( How considerate. )

[ Ridiculous? Sam? Say it ain't so. The impression of a grin, easy, but still. ]

( Lookin' for anything particular? )

( Could always be inconsiderate, just for you. )

[ There's easy affection across their link, warm and playful, as he hums thoughtfully. Clint probably knows best what he might be looking for, what they had back home, but honestly - he's not looking to recreate that. It'll be different, same way training with the Avengers was different than with Riley, same way training with Clint is different now. Don't make any of them better, just different, and he's mostly just looking for something as good. ]

( Switching up our sparring a little? At this point I think we're already complimenting each other more than we're going against each other. )

( Now we're talking. )

[ He teases, just as warm and playful, just as easy. Sets it aside just as easily as Sam does, a thoughtful noise filtering across the bond between them. Yeah, he gets it, knows what Sam's looking for. Knows what he's wanting to avoid.

There's a rueful sort of sound. ]

( Not much of a surprise, what with how often we spar. But yeah, okay, let's give it a go. )

( Yeah, I know how you like it. )

[ There's the impression of a smile, all flashing teeth and sly, inviting eyes, before it dissolves into humor.

Yeah, Clint knows all right. He thinks - maybe they could get a group, do some training with Steve, maybe even ease Bucky in. Get Clint's brood together. It's an impression, an idea he doesn't have to say for it to come across. Something for later, not necessarily now. ]

( As good as we are, bet we'll look even better moving together. )

[ Yeah, yeah, Sam's got an unfair advantage over everyone there.

Still, that impression works, has a notion of a chuckle tripping down the threads of their minds. A humor that sticks, even as Clint's mind moves on to the threads of thought he can see building. ]

( You're not wrong. ) [ A thoughtful pause. ] ( Judging from the response you're getting, won't be hard to get a group together. )

[ As if he wasn't talking about dragging his brood in, anyway. ]

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[ And he ain't afraid to use it, either. What's a little unfair advantage between partners?

It's worth it for the feel of Clint's chuckle, even as Sam can feel him mulling over the ideas in his head. They both already train with Shiro and Bellamy anyway, makes sense to turn it into a group. And Steve and Bucky - well, he bets Steve'll be down, and maybe they can get Bucky to at least watch. Misato and Shepard are in, and he can probably try to lure in Damon and maybe even Elena; Nyx seems like a decent guy to make a trio with, maybe see who else he's willing to work with; add Pidge in with Shiro, they work well together; he and Helen can cover the medic side of things-

His mind trails off with a sense of a shrug. Honestly, he'll take anything he can get. ]

( We got some good people, here, I'm glad we're getting some bites. If we can get a couple of small groups used to working with each other, we got the basis for decent teams out there. Or, you know, you and me can just take 'em all out ourselves. )

[ It's easy to follow each other's thoughts, instinctual by now. Sam flips through names and impressions and Clint offers his own thoughts, though to be fair he's not met a couple of them. But Clint trusts Sam, so Damon, Elena, and Helen get what amounts to a mental equivalent of a shrug.

Bring them around, and he'll put them through the paces either way.

The rest though -- yeah, Sam's right on the money, and Clint's already idly thinking through teams. Nyx had mentioned infiltration, add Pidge's hacking skills, and maybe they'd make a mutable team. The majority of the others seemed more suited to brute force, though the make up of teams could easily be changed. ]

( Can't hurt to get a few Strike teams going. But it'd be best to switch partners around in training, just in case. )

[ And don't think he missed that, mister. A sly grin filters through, thoroughly amused. ]

( Gotta leave some for the chickadees, man. They'll never learn otherwise. )

[ These days, all that Sam keeps from Clint are the things other people share with him, locked down tight where no one can touch them - more protective of other people's pain than his own. But impressions flow freely between them, often settling into mutual agreement, at the very least deferring to whoever knows the person better.

Damon is a good man, despite his protests - but he's dangerous and impulsive, and Sam is too practical not to acknowledge that out of his sentiment for him. But he worked well with them on the rescue, and Sam trusts him under most circumstances. Elena - strong, compassionate, self-sacrificing, but aren't they both? Doesn't have much training, but she seems like she'd be open to it. Helen is a mystery, still, one Sam's trying to suss out even as he's glad for an actual medical doctor.

He hums an acknowledgement of that - get a rotation set up, as many as people are willing, get people used to working in different combinations.

And then there's a laugh, low and amused. ]

( They do call this the Nest. Guess it wouldn't be fair to everyone if we hogged it all. )

[ They're good observations, ones Clint won't discount even if Sam's not entirely impartial. Best to know both strengths and weaknesses, and he fits it into his mental categories of people he's yet to meet. Something he'll have to fix, sooner rather than later if they're already debating a rotation.

Sam hums acknowledgement, and Clint sets it aside for later. Assessments first, to know what they're working with. ]

( They're gonna need to learn how to fly somehow. )

[ He's not exact suggesting tossing them off a tree -- but, well, maybe metaphorically yes he is. ]

[ There's amusement, encouragement at the idea of Clint meeting Damon - but Sam wants to be there to see it.

Later, maybe they'll work together on it more, but for now Sam grins a little. ]

( That what you're gonna do to the feather twins when it comes time? Don't let Bucky find out. )

[ Sam...what are you hiding from him.....there's a hint of mock-displeasure, but it fades easily. Fine, if that's what Sam wants. But he better introduce them then, since Clint was simply planning on perching in rafters and getting his spy on.

For now, there's a curl of laughter. ]

( Hey, pretty sure you're the weak link here when it comes to spilling beans to Barnes. )

[ Oh, he'll introduce them. There's a surge of laughter when he feels Clint's suspicions, and he soothes it with a brush of a feathered wing. He just thinks they'll get along, is all. Maybe. Either be the best kind of terrible influence on each other or drive each other crazy. ]

( ...you know, I was gonna protest that, but damn. How the hell did that happen? I'm a bird, I should know better than to go nesting with cats. )

[ Save him Clint. ]

[ In essence, Clint points at his eyes and then points at Sam. But it's all in good fun, and the brush of a wing soothes any feathers. He'll wait for this blind date you're setting up, is all. ]

( We all have our faults. )

[ An imperious sniff, though it's pretty clear he's two seconds from busting out laughing. ]

[ Yeah, yeah, he's watching you right back, mister. Now he's gotta set it up, though, looks like he'll be bugging Damon, later. ]

( And mine is a lack of self preservation around puffed up hissing cats, apparently. I hope you know how to clean up cat bites, cause I'm gonna be coming to you. )

[ Where is this metaphor going, Sam doesn't know anymore. ]

[ Yeah, yeah, he's well aware. As if you could stop watching anyway. Still, with a little acknowledging hum Clint sets it aside. It's all in Sam's hands now, which mostly means Clint can be lazy. Excellent. ]

( Just carry a spray bottle around, maybe it'll work on Barnes. )

[ Bad kitty. ]

[ It's true, Sam can't even deny it. Not his fault, really, that's all Clint.

Laughter blooms across their connection. ]

( Nah, man, I can't do that to him. For a cat he's got one hell of a pair of puppy eyes. Almost better than yours. )

[ All Sam might be getting back is a sense of smug superiority, tbh. ]

( Yeah, that's fair. He's got that kicked puppy look going for him. )

[ Like he doesn't see you watching right back, mister. ]

( And he doesn't have that glint you get when you want something. )

[ He pleads the fifth. ]

( Oh that's how it is? I see who your favorite assassin is, now. )

[ Hard to do in a hive mind, Clint. ]

( Ex-assassin. ) [ Because Bucky doesn't do that anymore, not when he can help it. Then Sam's mental tone dips low, something warm and smoky curling around them. ] ( You know you're my favorite in everything you are. )

[ Don't doubt him, he will find a way. ]

( In everything, hmm? )

[ Ignoring the rebuke -- or rather, acknowledging and settling it aside for later. Ex-assassin, right, because Barnes wasn't ever given a choice when it came to profession. Well that's fine, only room for one assassin in this nest anyway. ]

[ There's something like a huff across the mental link, mostly amusement, with just the smallest undercurrent of something more. ]

( Don't ask questions that you know you don't wanna feel me answer, man. )

[ He knows Clint and feelings, man, and there's no way he could answer that even the slightest bit truthfully without some of them coming out. ]

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