Moment of Awesome - Clint Barton/Hawkeye: With Matt Murdock acting as assistant, Clint is in his element assisting in repairs on an alien spacecraft. Until he comes across the truth of the crash.
"Huh . . ." Reaching out, he shoved himself deeper into the console with his feet and began plugging the wires back into their helpful array of varied gray plugs. At least the grays had identifiable differences in shade and matched the plastic covering the wires.
Almost immediately a mechanical voice announced, "ALERT, ALERT, INVADERS!" in what was likely several languages.
Matt stiffened, tugging Clint's foot hard as he stood up.
As the alert continued to blare that same voice emerged from some hidden speaker beside the two men, now addressing them exclusively in English.
"Terrans," it said with unusual urgency from what was so clearly a synthetic voice. "Listen. We were boarded. They waited until my crew were in cryosleep to move. I jumped us to quarantine the infection, but –"
A blast of energy, so close to Clint he could feel the heat of it on his cheek, struck the console. Voice and alarm both cut off with an electric squeal.
"Clearly a malfunction," said the overseer, staring at the two men with unblinking eyes. He had not lowered his gun.
Clint sat up slowly, hands visible as he moved from his position within the console to standing beside Matt. "Yeah," he said, gripping his brother's forearm so his fingers were hidden from the apparent invaders. "Totally weird malfunction," he agreed affably, tapping 'fight' against Matt's inner wrist in Morse code with one finger. "AIs can be like that, though, especially when there's onboard damage like what we're seeing here."
Subtly, Matt shifted his weight, pulling out his billy clubs and springing to action, the sounds and smells of the aliens shifting as he moved. What else was going to happen? Matt was an excellent person to break things though. Fixing them? Not so much.
There was no perceptible signal exchanged – the aliens simply went from unnerving attention to moving almost as one, and as they moved they changed. Skin hardened to chitin as broadly human features stretched into masks of multifaceted eyes and protuberant teeth. As they rushed the two men the bridge was filled with a rush of sound almost like the stridulation of locusts.
"Oh gross," Clint muttered, releasing Matt's wrist. "That's just entirely unnecessary," he continued, already reaching for his pockets to see which coins would be most useful considering the way the fake crewmembers were shifting. "We've got bugs," Clint said, making sure his brother could hear him. "Pretty heavily armored," he said, already aiming quarters at several creatures' eyes. "Eyes are a vulnerability," he said a moment later as compound eyes on three creatures shattered inward. "Void random limbs. Dunno if they can inject poison or anything."
Fifteen seconds later, one of those scorpion-like tails went through the gravity controls.
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