*trembling, shaking, trying to move without making sound, Clint pulls himself through a narrow shaft in the space station. he's not sure how long he's actually been here, or if any of this is real anymore.

sweat beading on his brow, holding his shallow breath, he moves a panel aside and peeks out, assessing the situation*

*it looks like a power source, but who's to say? one lone skrull wanders past, and dragging himself out slowly, he uses the penultimate bit of his strength to crack his elbow into the skrull's stupid green face*

Nothing personal. *grunts with exhaustion as the skrull goes down* These accommodations weren't what I ordered when I booked this trip.

*drags the skull off to the side and strips him down out of his suit and begins pulling it on* You guys might try bathing. At least the colour isn't terrible. *stumbles to what he thinks is some sort of beacon thingy and begins pulling bits of it out and smashing things together as if he knows what he's doing*

*things start beeping and flashing*

*leans against the wall, almost weeping with fatigue and cradling his arm*

Come on Birdy. You know more about this than anyone.

*a door slides open and a mass of figures swarm into the room*

*It is shortly after her first training session with Natasha and Steve, and Jan is still at the tower. She's still in the outfit she trained in, and is pretty exhausted* *she's definitely going to be sore the next day*

*she is also incredibly hungry* *the Avengers kitchen has a lot of stuff in it, but god, she doesn't want to cook anything*

Okay. So either she just said they were going to challenge me to a sort of battle royale or they've made me some kind of deity.

Okay...

*Bobbi has been at her lab in the tower most of the day, keeping to herself, but comes back to the building about seven*

*she hasn't expected Clint back, but the door is ajar, so she pokes her head around, wondering if he's back early, and sees him at her workstation*

Hey Sport. You don't know the password for that terminal. I swear to god I keep all my Tony Stark pornography on my stark pad. Hence the name.

*starts taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack*

Also, the password isn't Clint, no matter how many times you type it.

*The building they found themselves in was only a few streets away from Gouzar's fortress, and so they make it there quickly and with little incident.*

All right. This is it. I've got to get inside. Which means that -

*the doors of the fortress open and this guy comes out*

Oh. Looks like Gouzar finally decided to come out an play.

*Bobbi comes down to the pick up area outside the hospital, walking pretty strongly, with a pretty big duffel bag slung over her shoulder* *she looks grim, but determined* *has spent a lot of time lazing in a hospital bed watching the news*