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[punchedhitler]

This is Captain Rogers, I've got a lock on-

[The feed goes silent for a moment annnnnnnnnnd]

Nevermind, poor approach, abort that. Give it a minute and we'll try aga-

[OH WAIT HANG ON-]

Team, go, go go go!

[There's the sound of water splashing and then Steve is actually - laughing? Is he laughing? He is!]

Are you all right?

[ooc: If you want to be part of his team or someone he's splashed go right on ahead!]

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's drenched, they're both absolutely soaked through to the bone, but this is the best fun he's had in weeks and - seriously - who the hell makes a gun that shoots out water, that's what Bucky wants to know.

So he can find them and marry them or something.

Because right now he's got this thing that gives him epic water aim and it's amazing. ] You know, I'm really glad this isn't actually a military strike.

[punchedhitler]

[ This curse made him forget about the things that have been weighing him down - he's still carrying his shield because well, Loki, but he's wearing real clothes and not his armor]

Because we've been hit so many time we'd both be dead it if was?

[yourbestguysgun]

I was thinking more how terrifying it'd be you giggling like a school girl in the middle of a battle, but sure.

[ Bucky grins though, roguish, before tilting his head and listening out for sound. ] I'm so taking Barton down. [ Amused. ] Well, with your permission, Captain.

[punchedhitler]

I was not giggl-

[He shakes his head, though]

Prove that you're the best, Barnes.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His smirk just widens slightly, helplessly amused. ] Totally were. [ Because, kids. ] C'mon, I saw like a dozen people go down that way.

[bythreadalone]

Isn't this kind of unfair?!

[ Poor Peter, forever on the losing side when it comes to events like these. ]

[punchedhitler]

Well, it might be. Bucky is a crack shot.

[bythreadalone]

Gee, you don't say.

So what's the plan?

[punchedhitler]

Are you joining my team, Peter?

[bythreadalone]

[ !!!!! ]

I, uh -- can I? I mean, I'm not what you'd call physically...you know. Agile and stuff.

action;

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov puffs out his cheeks, having just gotten sprayed. He was just going to go shopping.... crai.]

Steve...!

action;

[punchedhitler]

[Here, have a lopsided grin, a little sheepish]

You all right there, Raikov?

action;

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'm fine... Is there any reason you shot me?

action;

[punchedhitler]

[He grins]

You kept telling me that our countries weren't allies anymore.

action;

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He feigns hurt]

But... I thought you and I were comrades.

[I did grab your crotch, after all...]

[debrief]

Do you have eyes on the target, Captain?

[punchedhitler]

Target locked, Agent.

[debrief]

Fire at will.

[ A moment later. ]

And Agent Barton wants to move position, so if you could cover him?

[punchedhitler]

Tell Hawkeye he's a go, Barnes has cover.

[debrief]

Roger that, I'll pass it on.

[ Voice ]

[bettercallit]

[ Clint's loaded with water balloons to throw at unsuspecting victims from a distance, a full gun ready to take them down with to follow, and an ear piece to avoid giving his position away.

Eyes watching from up high. ] That was awesome, Rogers. Starting to get why you're the Captain.

[ Voice ]

[punchedhitler]

[He gives a salute, knowing even if he can't see Hawkeye, Hawkeye can see him]

How are the sightlines up there?

[ Voice ]

[bettercallit]

Path is clear.

[ The faintest of footfalls can be heard as he repositions himself. ]

Scratch that. Target spotted at your ten o'clock.

[ Voice ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve waits just a minuuuuuute - and then turns, soaking the person]

Got it, making my move.

[And he does, crossing the street and repositioning himself.]

[ Voice ]

[bettercallit]

[ Clint is moving with the team, eyes everywhere, occasionally mumbling to someone else in the background. ]

Think we've thinned them down in this area.