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[taseyousupernanny]

WHO| AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
WHAT| Taking Stock and squabbling
WHEN| Fourth week.
WHERE| Their Hideout!
WARNINGS| Swearing, Tony Stark

If there was one good thing about this place, it was that there was plenty of material around to survive with if you knew what you were doing. Which... most of the people here did. Even without entering into the areas that the Gamemakers had set up for what amounted to food fights on steroids, there were roots and things that one could eat. Ornamental plants gone to seed made for fairly good eatting if you weren't picky.

Tony hadn't bitched nearly as much as Phil had thought he would.

They were pretty set on the food situation, it was weapons and getting out of here that he hoped they'd gotten some movement on. For once, he had then all here, he might as well try and get a debrief. Or about as close to one as he was going to get anyway.

"Report in people. And yes Stark, that means you too."

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[taseyousupernanny]

"We're actually pretty good on food. If you aren't picky, or Stark." He smirked a bit at that. It was like a sport for the SHIELD personnel. Stark made the best target.

"Weapons are probably our biggest weakness."

[from_a_distance]

He returned the smirk. "Pretty sure even Stark can't afford to be picky here."

Nodding to his ax, he adds, "I found this in Frontierland. I think there might be other weapons stashed around there."

[taseyousupernanny]

He just snorted at that, no, Stark knew better than to be picky in these type of situations. As much as the man liked to play the part of spoiled billionaire, he knew how to deal with a particularly bad situation, he'd bitch about it the whole time, but he'd deal. Actually they all dealt with insane situations well.

They really did have the makings of a great team. Phil had known it when he'd helped assemble and pick out the team in the first place. All they'd needed was that push.

"That'll be our next push then, once we see what comes in."

[from_a_distance]

"There's a lot of wildlife out that way too. Probably shouldn't send anybody out without a way to protect themselves," Clint said with a thoughtful frown.

[hasacondition]

Well, that catches his attention enough to look up. "So we've possibly got other people roaming around with axes too."

Not that he wanted to think about this as an us-versus-them scenario, but there's no way of saying "don't attack us, we're trying to get you out of this" if anyone comes calling, so better to at least be prepared.

[from_a_distance]

"Axes or other things. I'm betting they didn't just drop axes in." He was hoping for a bow, obviously, but he can make do with what he's got. If he sees somebody else with a bow, though...well, he's not sure he can resist that temptation. (He'd ask nicely first, of course.)

[hasacondition]

"Great. We could really use a big gaping hole in our chests." Maybe they'd have to start setting up guards now, too-- ones with weapons more likely to scare someone off than a rusty gear or broken chair, but... he's not exactly keen on the idea of playing the game like that. Maybe they just need the illusion of defense... "How much stuff was there, exactly?"

[from_a_distance]

"Do you think if I'd found any others that I'd have left them out there for someone else to pick up?" He rolled his eyes a little. Honestly, Banner.

[hasacondition]

"I don't know, a little magical kindergardener might've beaten you to the punch," he responds lightly-- and let's be fair, that was sort of funny without the serious death arena parts.

[from_a_distance]

"Is there anybody trying to kill me who doesn't have magic?" Clint asks, glaring at Bruce a little.

'Cause yeah. Kind of a sore spot.