Hawkeye’s after action report. (based on discussion yesterday about Maria’s inability to draw properly.)
 
"Barton, what the hell is this?" Sitwell slid a folder towards him when Clint got to his office.
"That… would be my after action report," Clint said, after taking a peek at the folder.
"Care to explain this then?" Sitwell asked, flipping to the second page.
"Isn’t that a bit self-explanatory? Loki called up a big slime monster, scared the crap out of everyone. I had a vantage point from the tree, I shot arrows at the monster, it died and vanished. End of story."
"I mean, why is it a drawing of stick figures in purple marker." Sitwell wants to cry. He was never taking a bet with Hill ever again.
"No one said we had to fill them out in spelt out sentences," Clint shrugged. "I mean, Hill drew a poo with knives in it on Ward’s assessment report. This is so much clearer than having to describe everything."
"It was supposed to be a porcupine." Sitwell wants to headdesk himself. Instead, he sucked in a deep breath and put on his best Coulson-glare. "Redo this, Barton. I want it in actual words and full sentences this time. You have 24 hours."
(Sorry, I can’t resist. :D)

Hawkeye’s after action report. (based on discussion yesterday about Maria’s inability to draw properly.)

 

"Barton, what the hell is this?" Sitwell slid a folder towards him when Clint got to his office.

"That… would be my after action report," Clint said, after taking a peek at the folder.

"Care to explain this then?" Sitwell asked, flipping to the second page.

"Isn’t that a bit self-explanatory? Loki called up a big slime monster, scared the crap out of everyone. I had a vantage point from the tree, I shot arrows at the monster, it died and vanished. End of story."

"I mean, why is it a drawing of stick figures in purple marker." Sitwell wants to cry. He was never taking a bet with Hill ever again.

"No one said we had to fill them out in spelt out sentences," Clint shrugged. "I mean, Hill drew a poo with knives in it on Ward’s assessment report. This is so much clearer than having to describe everything."

"It was supposed to be a porcupine." Sitwell wants to headdesk himself. Instead, he sucked in a deep breath and put on his best Coulson-glare. "Redo this, Barton. I want it in actual words and full sentences this time. You have 24 hours."

(Sorry, I can’t resist. :D)