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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Leopold Fitz, Jan 31, 2018.

  1. Leopold Fitz

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    February 20, Year 7
    @Clint Barton (and Nat to be tagged later)

    Today had been complicated. In fact, complicated might have been the understatement of the century and to be honest Fitz wasn't sure he wanted to sit down and sort it all out right now. Luckily he had other stuff to occupy his mind- though the perversity of calling anything HYDRA-related 'lucky' was readily apparent to him. It was not his preferred way of thinking but preference had nothing to do with reality. If he had what he wanted he'd be back home without all of this going on.

    But before he went back, if he ever did, it was important to tell someone what he'd found. As soon as his weapons had started being requested in larger numbers, and schematics had come back with some alterations to be made to Learnan's own designs, something had seemed wrong. There were quite a few ARMOUR agents, and likely some off the books- that's how secret agencies seemed to work. But this was still far more than he would have expected, and without any real notice of where they were supposed to be used, or whether they were meant for general inventory. That was weird in itself and he'd started looking closer.

    A few hours of looking, asking discreet questions and being a far better spy than most people who looked at him expected him to be and he had it pinned down. This reminded him of the Centipede builds, and of the SHIELD tech that HYDRA had modified after stealing it. A rock of rage had landed squarely in his stomach at that. They're even here. The bastards! Moreover, some of those notations, gun weights, barrel specifications- they ticked at his mind. Ward had talked like that, hell, Fitz had even mocked it, and nothing stuck out in his head like a betrayal. HYDRA and Ward.

    He'd managed to carry on his day as usual- mostly- and arrived home late while he made sure to put everything back exactly as it was. Well, except for the papers he'd deliberately shifted around to cover those he was bringing home in his backpack. His expression was grave as he unlocked the door and walked in, and there was nothing of his usual merriment or friendliness as he glanced at his roommate. He hadn't risked texting Clint, just in case he was being tracked, but now he walked to the table and set the bag down with only a brief wave. "Hey. Might want to see this. It's not good."
     
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    It was nice to come home to an empty flat at times, Fitz was at work and the blonde archer was able to expose his true emotions. He didn't have to act all happy and jokey, but could simply sit at the counter impatiently waiting for his coffee to brew, as he debated the next thing he could do to take his mind off of everything that had been going on, namely the things in his head and the Bobbi stuff. The thigs that so far he had made sure to barely speak about with anyone, especially the stuff concerning Ward and his own morality. His fingers tapped on the counter in an irritated fashion, beside him he heard a whining noise and looked down at Lucky, he needed to take the dog for a walk maybe after he'd had his coffee he would do that to take his mind off all that was bouncing around inside of it currently. Absently he ruffled the dogs neck fur before raising his hand to scratch behind the labs golden ears and then the coffee machine was clicking, telling him his coffee was brewed and ready to pour.

    So grabbing the glass jug he pulled it out and poured it into a mug, not drinking straight from the jug knowing that Fitz disliked when he did that and deciding he had no real reason to be depressed enough to do that. Coffee made he headed towards their couch, debating going into his room and starting a new trick arrow design but instead of doing that he sat at the end of the couch and let Lucky jump up beside him, where he then flopped with his head on Clint's thigh. Clint looked down at the beast with a small smile sipping his coffee when he heard the lock in the latch, glancing towards the clock on the wall he frowned, Fitz was home earlier than he had said he'd be but then it didn't really matter the other man was high enough ranked to chose his ow office hours after all. So Clint dropped his bright, blue gaze back to his dog, his free hand fiddling with one of Lucky's floppy golden ears.

    The door was swinging open now and Clint had his practised smile back on his face as he looked up, but his friendly greeting died on his lips as he caught sight of Fitz's expression. His smile became a little muted as Fitz gave him an idle wave, his bag making a thud as it hit the coffee table. His words made the muted smile turn to a serious expression and he shifted forwards saying"It must be serious, that expression on your face screeches serious..." He couldn't resist the bad joke, his blue gaze glittering with good humour but his expression remained serious and his gaze became focused as he went on "I'm all eyes and ears my friend... What has occurred?"
     
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    If Fitz had to calculate how little he wanted to tell Clint what he was about to it would have had to be some exponential factor of a number approaching a million. Dammit, he wasn't sure he'd wanted to find it when he did- well, that wasn't exactly true. His peace of mind and the relatively, oddly complacent calm of not having HYDRA or any other evil supercorp lurking in the background hadn't wanted to know. Fitz, agent of SHIELD- he knew that he had to know, wants be damned. Clint, though, had his own stuff going on and was finally starting to settle into it, at least from what he'd been able to gather. Now he had the obligation to shatter it.

    Then again, that was part of the job. Barton might not have been a SHIELD agent on whatever parallel earth he was from but he was an Avenger and as far as Leo was concerned that was close to the same thing. Moreover he knew, in the vaguest way possible, that Clint had run into Ward at some time before, which made Fitz assume that he'd understand more. At least he wouldn't have to tell the tale of who the bastard was.

    Glancing over at his roommate he couldn't muster up any more than a quiet huff at the attempt at a joke as he started to open his bag, pulling out a number of files and his tablet, storehouse of his research and engineering plans, and whatever papers he hadn't been able to smuggle out. "Oh, tons has occurred, we just haven't noticed," he replied with a darkly cynical tone. "Have you heard of a company called Learnan?" He sat down and started to arrange things in as coherent a briefing as he could, half by reflex and half to keep his own temper in check, then slid a couple of papers over to Barton.
     
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    The fact that the best Fitz could offer him was a vague huff in response to his joke told him just how serious the other man was right now. His bright blue gaze watched curiously as Fitz began pulling documents that looked rather official from his bag, a blonde eyebrow raised just a smidgen and Clint eased himself forwards, ignoring Lucky's grunt of protest when his head slid from the archer's lap. Setting his coffee to one side of the table far from the documents his eyes settling on the tablet that Fitz now set on the table among the files and papers.

    The other man was responding to his words now, an edge to his voice which suggested he was on the edge of some kind of explosion and the way he finished his sentence had Clint gain a sense of foreboding. His blue eyes went from the documents on the table to Fitz and back to the documents as Fitz asked him a question. He eyed the other man a moment before responding"I have knowledge of Learnan... And their business activities." He kept it subtle well aware that as he was only a contractor for ARMOUR that he quite possibly shouldn't have the kind of knowledge he did have.

    But as much as Clint liked to play the fool he wasn't actually stupid, he had done his research and he'd also listened to his super spy friends when they had told him things as much as they likely thought he hadn't. His bright, blue gaze fixed on the papers the other man shoved towards him and casually he took them from Fitz peering at them while saying as he did so"What have you found Fitz? What is this companies dirty little secret? Must be something big to get you riled up like this." His gaze left the documents in his hands, his sense of foreboding had grown larger as he had looked at the information Fitz had handed him, he had a bad feeling that the information in his hands was not as innocent as it appeared.
     
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    Fitz knew that Clint didn't really miss a blink, no matter how he might act distracted by whatever else was going on- why else would he be bringing this to him? Officially 'in the loop' or not wasn't something Fitz gave a damn about when the loop was turning out to be another tangled knot of corruption; the people he could trust to understand the gravity of the situation, that's what his intellect and his gut told him to be guided by. And even if they happened to disagree on stuff like how loud the television should be or whether building acid arrows over the carpet was a stupid move or not he knew that Clint was genuinely good.

    Still, he had to give his roomie a raised brow when he mentioned knowing their business dealings. Did he know already? Was this one of those 'Avengers know best' things where he'd decided that Fitz didn't need to know because he didn't have the 'clearance' for it? For a moment he just held the gaze, jaw working for a moment, then relaxed and shook his head. That didn't matter- doing something did. "I don't know how much you know about their business dealings but what I found out today is pretty drastic," he told him as Barton took a chair. Good, he'd probably want to be sitting down for this.

    Or grab us each a drink because this is going to be a long night, he thought to himself, glancing regretfully at the coffee pot, but leaving it for the moment and leaned forward against the table. "That's the weapons orders for Learnan and ARMOUR. See, they've been sending plans back, alterations I need to make, all that. Which is why I have this info in the first place. Thing is, there's more to it than that. The numbers don't match up, some of this stuff is going somewhere else. And some of these alterations, the tech they're sending to us that they developed for our alteration- it's familiar. And not SHIELD familiar, or real SHIELD anyway." Frowning, he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand anxiously through his hair, expression a combination of frustrated fury and absolute disappointment.

    "It reminds me of HYDRA."
     
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    Fitz' raised brow had Clint shrugging innocently in response, his ice blue gaze looking at the paper in his hand, missing the intense look the younger man had on his face, or the way his jaw worked but when Fitz spoke his gaze went to him once again. His bright blue eyes held a fair amount of curiosity in them as he looked to the other man watching as he knelt on the other side of the table and waiting in a patient silence for him to explain. which he did, while leaning into the table and shoving documents at him as he explained, as a sense of dark foreboding began curdling in Clint's stomach. The younger man was right, looking at the paper work numbers did not match up and then he began saying the designs were familiar, which lead Clint's bright, blue gaze to start running through all the weapons specs, the nasty feeling in his stomach only growing as he realised just how right the kid was again, the weapons did look familiar, but from where?

    Fitz paused and Clint didn't know if it was for dramatic effect or to gather himself but when he did finally speak his words made the archer freeze. He was glad his head was still lowered in a bent over position as he stared at all the papers because for a moment the mask he always wore cracked, an emotion flashed through his bright, blue eyes before he could stop it and then he was hastily recovering, playing out the freezing as if he'd suddenly decided to take a really close look at some of the weapons specs. Then slowly he lifted his head, fixing his bright blue gaze on the other man as he spoke"Well, I don't think you are wrong... And your evidence supports your conclusion that something is not right..." He ran his gaze over the others face, a thoughtful expression upon his own as he went on"How certain are you that it is Hydra we are specifically dealing with here Fitz? because if there is even one percent of a chance that you are wrong then the reaction we have would be wrong..."

    Idly he placed the specs he had been holding back on the table, noting he had a slight tremble to his hands and instinctively he clasped his hands together arms resting on his knees. Beside him Lucky seemed to pick up on his tension and let out a whine, scrambling into a sitting position upon the couch to plant a doggy kiss on his ear. To which Clint reacted to by sitting back in his chair and ruffling the dogs ears saying softly to the animal as he did so"It is ok boy, just trying to figure out what to do is all..."
     
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    This was a tense moment and a hard thing to tell, and at moments like this Fitz's words became a bit of a jumble in his head. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had once been but the funny thing about brain damage- it never really went away. It didn't make conveying this information any easier, that was for sure. At least it had come out in one statement, which was helpful. Not really good, nothing about this was good, but it wasn't at the worst yet.

    Clint's reaction was hard to gauge what with the turmoil in Leo's own mind but he could tell that the other man was tense- that was as obvious as the first law of thermodynamics. Even Lucky could sense it and he moved toward his owner who patted his head and, to Fitz's gaze, was very guarded. Whatever he was thinking and feeling he didn't want to let it show. That was easy to understand; talking about HYDRA was uncomfortable for anyone who knew the organization. Of course, that was something the members themselves knew too- that's how they'd been able to hide for years.

    Hearing that someone else could see this evidence too, that it wasn't just some deluded and confused hallucination caused by stress or paranoia, was helpful. Even if the next question was a little bit painful. Fitz never worked on absolutes; one hundred percent certainty was impossible in a world like this. Ward could have left these plans to an ally who sold them to the company, or another HYDRA operative could have let them dissect their gear. The options were endless. And yet, his gut said different, and he trusted that too.

    "I.. Proof wise, I'm 85% sure. I've taken everything into account, chances of old research, other sources, random worlds, alternate universes.." His brow furrowed more deeply and he sighed, then stood up so quickly his chair it rocked for a moment, then walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee. "But I know this work! HYDRA was in SHIELD, I had to weed out their tech before we moved forward with SHIELD again. It's not just the finances and the orders, it's the plans, the way things get notated, what's focused on! The ghost of a hand on the plans. I can feel it in my bones, and in the back of my head."

    Turning around he brought his coffee back to the table and pulled up two copies of the same plan for his splinter bombs on his tablet, then handed it to Clint. "See this? It's small, but it's there."
     
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    He continued to idly fiddle with Lucky's ears as he watched Fitz with his intense bright, blue gaze a serious look upon his face as he waited for the other man's answer his stomach still twisting in that uncomfortable, painful fashion. Fitz did not disappoint as he answered him with a furrowed brow and a sigh, honesty laced in his voice. Clint simply listened his face smoothed of all emotions, his fingers working themselves into Lucky's soft golden fur, Fitz was rising now, moving about the apartment, heading towards the coffee machine leaving his chair rocking. Clint continued to listen in silence, realising that the horrible feeling in his stomach was dread and also realising that the reason Fitz had brought all this to him was likely not just because he'd finally got the younger man to trust him with his woes but because Fitz expected him to do something about it.

    In the moment he realised that he knew that was what was causing his body to go into overdrive like this and he was glad Fitz's back was turned as he poured himself a mug of coffee still explaining, still talking. While Clint hands began to tremble again and he distracted himself by moving them further down the Labrador's body, before plunging his fingers just behind the dog's armpit, rubbing in a manner which made the dog flop onto his back beside him legs in the air as he waited for a belly rub. But by that point Fitz was back, picking up the tablet finding something upon it and offering the device to Clint, so the archer now with steady hands took them, his blue gaze fixing upon what he was looking at with a thoughtful expression.

    Then he was nodding his bright, blue gaze flicking up to the young agent as he spoke"Alright Fitz... I believe you, it's not great news for us, though now I want to know what they need all these for.... But I am getting off track, you did good Fitz and now you have caught them out we finally have the kind of lead we haven't had in a while which allows for action to properly be taken." His gaze dropped and he shifted, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone as he went on not looking at the younger man"I'll call in an expert at dealing with Hydra goons who will clean up this mess nicely... I believe you may of heard of her, some call her Agent Romanoff or Black Widow... But I've known her long enough to call her by her actual name..." He was scrolling through the contacts on his phone now, still not looking up at Fitz, a tenseness in his shoulders as he did so.
     
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    All that Fitz had thought in bringing this information to Clint was that someone else, who had sense and keen eyes, who knew what a subtle little danger was when they saw it, needed to see it too. He hadn't meant to make his friend act on it in any way- but he couldn't let it be kept in the dark either. Besides, what if he'd been imagining the entire thing, and there was some kind of reasonable explanation, as unlikely as that was? At least then he'd have gotten an honest answer from someone who might just understand that tendency to jump at shadows just a little, or who looked too deeply into details and saw the monsters between the lines. Honestly, he'd rather have looked like a fool and had Barton mocking him about it forever and a day than to be right.

    Something told him that wasn't the answer he was about to get though, not even a little. Clint might have been a friend but he was a blunt one too, a trait that Leo appreciated, and instead of coming out with 'you're wrong' or 'what the hell are you talking about' he was tensing up himself, reading carefully, absorbing the information. Whatever was there he saw it too and Fitz's spirits sank into his stomach like a stone. Oh no. His words only confirmed what Fitz had already seen, and already knew deep down, but his expression still dropped, brow furrowed in frustration and guilt and anger. He was working for these people, dammit! Again, he'd been roped into this meddling HYDRA nonsense, his technology going to fund terrorists and racists and Nazis.

    For a moment he stared down at the table, eyes fixed there as he tried to get his embarrassment and rage at the betrayal of it all under control, only to look up quickly when his roommate mentioned calling someone. Black Widow, Agent Romanoff?! For a moment he just stared then his brow furrowed again and he watched Clint closely for a moment. He seemed sincere and of course he knew her well enough to be on a first name basis- they were like the team for the field. But yet, he was wary for a second. Ward had tricked him too. "Right, that seems reasonable," he said anyway, glancing away and reaching for his tablet nonchalantly, expression smoothing out. "Let's get this show on the road."

    If Clint was what he said, then he couldn't say not to the help, especially since it was such a huge thing, this discovery. If not, if it was a trick.. Well, Fitz would just have to keep his eyes open and be careful.
     
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    ((OOC- Tag for @Natasha Romanoff receiving a text from Clint in this post calling for her support xD))

    He could feel Fitz' eyes on him, even as he stared down at his phone and finally found Natasha's number, he did not know what Fitz was thinking, he wondered if the younger man was judging him for not dealing with it himself, he wondered if the other other man had yet to realise that he was avoiding dealing with it himself by calling in someone else or whether Fitz thought he was just forming a team. The other man was telling him the actions seemed reasonable and yet he wondered if Fitz meant that.

    Forcing the thoughts from his head he entered a code into his phone upon finding Natasha's number and upon doing so it allowed him to send text messages that no one else would be able to trace, which Natasha would see when she received the text, he hoped she'd take him seriously with the untraceable text before sending her a coded message that once broken gave her the flat co-ordinates and told her to hurry.

    That done he dumped his phone on the table, noting Fitz was reaching for the tablet now as he spoke again, idly Clint pushed the device towards the younger man nodding as he responded"First thing you'll need from this point is a plan of action, Nat should respond quick to my text but if you have any ideas it'd be good to think about how you want to present them to her..." He paused, gaze finally rising up to look at Fitz' face and he managed to look like his normal self, just with a serious edge that was not normally there.

    A thoughtful expression came across his face as he went on"If you have any blueprints for their location down by the docks it would likely be helpful considering Nat will likely need to plan a raid on the place... And knowing all the back doors and secret entrances is always handy in a raid... Also any information on further buildings the company owns would be nice..." Again he'd made no mention of going himself and he knew Fitz was likely picking up on this but he kept his face smooth, gazing across the table at Fitz as with his free hand he messed with Lucky's ears just so as to have something to do with his hands.