12258/Technobabbling over bread and cats

Technobabbling over bread and cats
Date of Scene:	28 September 2020
Location:	Skye's Brownstone, Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Clint and Skye starts a new home tradition
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Monday morning in Skye's appartment. Sun filtering throughout the blinds. Skye is busy working on her computer, life-saving mug of fresh coffee in hand. In the backgroud, she has selected one of their preferate songs to play.

    *** I, I will be KING!***
    *** And you, you will be QUEEN! ***
    *** Though nothing will drive them away ***
    *** We can beat them, just for one day ***
    *** We can be HEROES, just for one day! ***

" Hey Skye, I need your help! " Clint Barton's voice booms as he comes in and walks directly to the kitchen area, unmarked paper bag in hand. " I just got a new assignement and man, this won't be easy, I'm not tellin' ya. "

Quake has posed:
Skye barely looks up from her computer. "Mm-mm. Work. Gotcha. Really important.."

Skye has not heard him. Nothing unusual in that. She's up to the eyeballs in code. Fortunately her coffee mug has chosen that moment to be empty. "Huh. What did you say? Is there more coffee?"

*Now* she looks up and smiles.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Without answering, Clint goes to the counter, bringing back the coffee pot - still warm enough - to her spot at the end of the kitchen table. He kisses her on the cheek, then returns to the other end of the table. With a gentle push of his hand, he quickly convinces cats Grant and Ward to go find another place for their nap.



" Here's the gig, " Clint starts explaining, looking over at Skye, " I got to attend some scientific conference, and /blend/ among the geniuses. I need to learn some technobabble, so they let me in their little dirty secrets. Yeah, I know, lots of training needed for that. But hey, I can do it!"

He looks quite confident about it too, it is a challenge after all. Not mentioning that this could be fun, and even funnier if she plays along while he is practicing the art of verbal embellishment. That is, if she even listens to what he just said.

Quake has posed:
Mmm.. coffee. For a moment the world narrows down to just that one cup.

"Hmm? What?" His words begin to break through and register. Meanwhile, the cats streeeeeetch and come over to Skye's side of the breakfast nook. "Where is it you are going too? With Natasha?" Please let it be Natasha, please! At least she'd have a clue. "What kind of stuff" ie technology "will you be pretending to be an expert on? oooh, love this.. We could be heroes, for just one day.."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Oh she listened! Great! Smiling at Skye, Clint shakes his head, "Somewhere in Europe, agrofood shit, and I dunno about Nat at this point. Wha, you don't think I can do it? I'm hurt!" There's a mock hurt look on his face for a moment, quickly replaced by a large grin. This is fun. " Check that. "

Clearing his throat, using a mocked semi-classy voice, he starts naming the items as he takes them out of the bag and places them on the kitchen table.

"Saccharomyces Cerevisiae, check. Sodium chloride, check. Brassica napus L. oil, check. Triticum aestivum by-product, check. Two hundreths of a pound of C12H22O11, check. "

Clint looks over at Skye, grinning like the cat who just got the bird.

"Sounded smarty-pants enough? "

Quake has posed:
"Uhhh.." As far as she was concerned it *all* was Greek to her. Except sodium hydrochloride. "One of those is salt. I think?" Skye cocked her head, and gave a little 'maybe?' query. "Are you going to remember all those?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
" Salt, yes. Dang, you're better than me, " Clint conceeds, " But yeah, of course I can remember that. Well, at least for an hour or two. " He nods at that, yes, he can remember this. Sure!

" While I'm working on this concoction, could you find me a couple 4-5 syllables ass-long words, that I could throw around to look interesting, there must be some technobable universal translator around?" Clint pauses, scratching his chin, lost in thoughts. " Damn, and I just used five words of 3+ syllables. "

After a quick rummaging expedition to the cubboard, he returns to the table, large plastic bowl in hand and a victorious smile on his face.

" And today /au menu du jour/, homemade bread! " and on that, he produces a piece of paper on which a recipe can undoubtedly be found.

Quake has posed:
"Wait! What syllables. And *how* did you come up with that. Bread??" As far as she was concerned he's joking with her. "Come on, you're pulling my leg, admit it. I know I am not the best cook. I'll admit, as long as you can come over to make me a meal."

Okay, there were three things she could cook. Four if you counted cup'o'noodles.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs at that, he knows Skye enough to not expect her to cook. " Naw, don't worry, /I/ will do the cookin, " he replies. " As for the words, I'll need to find some long complicated ones, y'know, to sound interesting around these geeks. But that can wait, no rush. "

Examining said recipe carefuly, Clint first takes care of the yeast in warm water. Next, the flour. A very specific amount of it is required, which, of course, is of no surprise since it is a /recipe/ after all.

Quickly glancing around the kitchen, obviously looking for something, Clint spots the object he requires among the pile of never used kitchen tools near where Skye is seated.

" Would you be kind enough to reposition the spatio-temporal parameters of the borosilicate receptacle nearer to my geopositional coordinates? " he asks in that pseudo-classy voice, visibly refraining from laughing.

Quake has posed:
Skye Johnson says, "Keep it up," Skye warns, "and I'll think of computerese." She was only joking, you would think. Right?

As she looked at the myriads of baking, and other stuff, she realized how pathetic she had gotten.

"Tell you what, which one do I bring to you, and I'll help you." Skye does not make baking, or other kinds of things easy, but she's cute?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
" The Pyrex measuring cup, " Clint replies, smiling. " Maybe I should forget about the technobabble for now, " he adds, not really ready for an assault of computer slang. Last time she used that retaliation on him, he got a major headache from it.
" Then we need to knead the dough, put it in a pan, and off to the oven. Simple enough, hey? "

While talking, he returns to the the cupboard, moving its content around for a moment, almost frantically, then returns with a teflon pan in hand. " Ah ah! Brand new. Perfect."

Quake has posed:
Skye Johnson says, "If you didn't use it, nobody else here did." At least she knew what a measuring cup was now. Her very expensive cooking classes got so far, but even they had given up on her. "Do you want some of these doohickies for your home? Lets face it, I'm not gonna use them.

Skye tiptoes up, and gives a little peck on the cheek, and remains there. Damn, this felt right.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Oh, not so quick! Clint circles his arm around Skye's waist, pulling her closer for a proper kiss. Ah, that feels even better! He then playfully touches her nose, leaving a hint of flour on her rosy skin, not to mention some on her clothes. Priorities!

" Bread, " he says, as a reminder of the task at hand.

Quickly - maybe he just got other plans in mind - Clint mixes all the ingredients, producing a nice dough that he places on the table and starts kneading it.

" Come on, try it. You'll see, it's fun. " Yes, and very messy.

Quake has posed:
It wasn't like she was making up his mind, oh no. Just, they were apt to be used it at his house.. then again, before he had moved into her house at the Trisk, he hadn't baked either. Perhaps this was a "them" thing?

After the kiss, she waited for the bread dough to be ready to knead - not that she knew how to do it, but she tried?

"So, what is your assignment? Bodyguard, or?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
They still have lots to learn about each other, a little bit more each day, taking their time. Just like baking bread, it is simple, good and comforting, if you follow the steps.

His large hands slowly knead the dough, Skye helping with the task. Yes, this will be /their/ homemade bread. Home. Yes.

" Seeing how good I am with technoshit, I might end up being the bodyguard, yeah, " he replies, not seemingly sorry about it. To each their own and his, is not the fancy-pants talking.

While talking, he places the dough in the pan, and off it goes in the preheated oven. He then grabs a towel to clean his hands, and playfully tosses one at Sky. " Thirty minutes, and we'll have our /own/ bread! "

Quake has posed:
Skye really didn't do that much, just every now and then she patted the ball of dough. It felt right.

"I thought so. But then again, not knowing who you're working with, it seems that or watching over Nat, while she stole something." If she was partnering with him. Not. My. Business.

"That fast? Cool. Enough time to do the dishes." Yep, the dishes. Some things were easier to pick back up.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Dishes done, table cleaned, thirty minutes quickly passes. Then comes the time to check on the homemade wonder. Clint places the fresh warm bread over towel placed on the table, and proceeds in cutting a slice for Skye, and one for himself. There's an obvious proud smile on his face.

"Ah, there's nothing like homemade food! We'll do that more often, what d'you think? "

He then bites in the perfect bread, finding it a little bit on the hard side - it never had time to rise! -but that is fine. What wasn't expected, tho, is the participation of the house cats Grant and Ward, in the form of hair in the bread.

" Shit, next time, remind me to clean the dang table first? "