12844/Wanted: Dead or Alive

Wanted: Dead or Alive
Date of Scene:	15 March 2021
Location:	Frontyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shield has come knocking on the door for Jeremy.
Cast of Characters:	SpyderByte, Hawkeye (Barton), Nightingale, Phoenix, Moonstar, Multiple Man

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SpyderByte has posed:
It's creeping just past afternoon in New York and Xavier's is busy as always with classes. At the 1 hour, the students are currently at lunch and enjoying themselves out front, or in the backyard, or even in the kitchens. Not Jeremy. The technopath is currently tucked away in his room surrounded by a wall of monitors as he stares blankly at them. Every so often the screens will ripple and shift as millions of lines of data flows in front of his spectacles.

He looks very bored as well.

As he blinks here and there, he saves terabytes of data to his cloud server, reaching up to rub at his nose at times to work out an itch. Next to him is a plate of cooling Hot Pockets and a large can of some type of energy drink.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Most people on a nice Spring sunny day would find a quiet place to enjoy the day. But for others, work calls, regardless of the season or day, heck, even regardless of the time of day.

From distance, the sound of a very powerful motorcycle engine can be heard. Following the sound, comes the motorcycle itself, a large special all-black SHIELD Harley-Davidson slowing by the entrance to Xavier's School.

Once stopped, the rider removes his helmet, revealing his identity. Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, of the Avengers and/or SHIELD, depending of the day.

If there are any telepaths around, they would hear his thoughts, in the line of *Hey, honey! I'm home!*. Otherwise, he remains silent and observes the surroundings.

Nightingale has posed:
     With clear weather, for once, Shannon is determined to enjoy the day to the fullest. Immediately following lunch, she is out the front door, wings flaring out behind her in preparation for flight. However, she is brought up short by the sight of Clint pulling up on his motorcycle. It stops the young woman dead in her tracks, her wings snapping shut behind her almost immediately. She's dressed against the early spring chill in some flannel-lined light blue jeans, some soft but sturdy black boots, and a long, cream-colored, cable knit tunic sweater.

     Tucking a wisp of pale gold away behind her ear, she smiles, dipping her head in greeting. "Mr. Barton... been a long time. What brings you out this way?"

Phoenix has posed:
In a school full of loud-minded teenagers, Jean Grey generally keeps her mind shielded. Not unaware, but she can only stand so much gossip and woe in her day. But bolstering that is a very state of the art security system. One that alerts her as soon as someone comes up to the gate. At her desk inside, Jean pulls up the camera feed and sees the bike and the rider. The sight has her mouth pulling back in an expression that isn't quite a frown, but isn't excited either.

She takes a moment to send out a memo to the X-Men before she reaches over to buzz the intercom at the gate. "Come in. I'll meet you outside." And the gate is then opened to allow Clint to make his way up to the mansion proper.

Jean is making her way outside as he'd be arriving, dressed in black pants and a blazer with a gold shirt underneath. Her arms are loosely crossed over her chest as she steps down from the entry and towards the drive, her eyes briefly lingering on Shannon who's already moving to speak to him. "Good afternoon. Somehow I doubt this is a pleasure visit." Work livery tends to suggest it isn't.

Moonstar has posed:
On a nice sunny spring day, one would think Dani would be relaxing... and they might just be right. Of course, what she finds relaxing other people might not. That would be target practice. From the back of a pegasus who is not only moving, but in flight. During one of the upswings of their flight, Valkyrie and pegasus see the inbound motorcycle. Brightwind turns in the air to circle above, even as Jean's memo arrives. That is enough to have Dani coming down for a landing on the drive inside the grounds, not too distant from those already outside.

The landing is well practiced, and the pegasus slows from a canter to a trot. By the time the pair reach those already gathered, they come at a walk. Dani still has her bow in hand, but no arrows nocked. They're all in the quiver at Dani's side. She nods to Jean, Clint, and Shannon, and remains mounted, for the moment. The pegasus stretches his wings out and then settles them again, furled tightly to his back and sides on either side of Dani.

Multiple Man has posed:
Lunch provides time for other activities, including ones that might require a bit of time wasted doubled over in pain and nausea, which is why Jamie Madrox frequently uses Lunch as a time to meet with his other selves and digest the new knowledge, memories, and experience. Not far from the drive stand a group of Madri, multiple pairs in different attire and looks all facing a single Jamie with messy hair, a few days growth of facial hair, and dreary eyes, wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt over his old costume, and a beat up pair of green and purple Chucks.

One of the pairs are a set sharply dressed in SHIELD Agent Uniforms, pristine, not a hair out of place, both of whom glance over and give the Avenging Archer's arrival an appraising acknowledgement. They in unison look at each other, "Did you know he was coming? Did we miss a mutant matter memo?" then looking to the other Jamies, who all shrug and seem confused.

The other pairs of Jamies are an odd menagerie, two shirtless ones wearing torn scraps of their old costume, two wearing an odd black and white hooded cloak, a pair in sort of yellow hazmat suit like attire, two in fireman uniforms, a pair in scrubs, and two dressed in all black ninja clothes. They all look between Barton and the messy lone Jamie, then move closer to the trees for temporary cover.

SpyderByte has posed:
As a small window pops up on one of Jeremy's screens, the technopath glances upwards towards it. The security protocols that he has a direct line of access to. He sweet talked it a few months ago with crooning poetry of binary lyrics. He stares at it for a moment, then lifts up a hand to give a wiggle of his fingers as he pulls up the security cameras out front to zero in on the Avenger slash Shield agent.

With another slow blink of his eyes, he taps the volume upwards as he reaches for a headset and slides it over on top of his ears to listen.

He also gives a glance to his fourth screen and subtly kills the connection he has to a live feed of a Russian officer executing a young family that got caught on a cell phone that was recording just before the bullets flied. He saved it at least. Recorded it. Stored it. He'll send it into the wild later once he cleans it up.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Swirling around the motorcycle's seat, Clint swiftly gets on his feet, placing the helmet over its tank. Even he knows /some/ manners - but mostly who's in charge in here at the moment - so he first adresses Jean.

"Aww, c'mon Miss Grey, it's /always/ a pleasure to drop by at Xavier's," the archer replies, offering his best grin to her. And if she can sense it, he /actually/ means it. Of course, annoying Wolverine would add an extra, but for some reason, this isn't in his plans for the day.

He then turns slightly to let Shannon enjoy the view of his charming smile, as he says, "Hi Shannon, how are you doing?"

Before he can add any comment, he's distracted by Moonstar, who's given a nod and a special interest in her arrows. Again, any telepath could hear the marksman's mental comment in the line of *Mine are bigger and better*.

Madrox is given a thumbs-up, "Hi there, Multiple-Pain, how're you doin'?"

Then the archer's keen eyes glance around once more, visibly not finding what or who he's looking for. So looking back at /da boss/ - as he calls her mentally - he says, "Actually, despite the pleasure, I actually came to see if I could speak to someone. Statton, Jeremy."

The archer reasoned that in a school for mutants, trying to keep anything a secret would be pointless. At least the telepaths would find out, so why bother.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hanging in there. Keeping to my studies. Fingers crossed, hoping to sit for my state EMT exam this summer." Shannon flashes a warm smile right back to Clint, eyeing him briefly with the look of a healer. "Just sorry I lost track of you the last time you were here. How've things been out your way?"

     One brow arches as she hears the reason for his visit, the young woman letting out a soft sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sounds like I'd best go break out the coffee and snacks for this one, miss Grey. Where would you like me to bring them?" As nice as it was to have allies drop by and be able to catch up, she also knew when it was time to step back and duck into the kitchen. This looked to be one of those times.

     Dani and Brightwind get an equally warm smile, and she pauses to extend her palm to Brightwind. Unfortunately, there was no apple in hand this time. She glances between Dani and Clint, and grins. "You know, one of these days, we ought to have you two go head to head, and see who comes out with bragging rights."

Phoenix has posed:
Upon seeing the mob of Madri making their appearance, Jean draws in and lets out a very measured breath. "Alright, a quick reminder, everyone. This is a working school who's nature is not public knowledge. So let's keep the appearances of clandestine government officials, suited heroes, and outright oddities - no offense," She adds towards Brightwind with a smile for the equine, "To a minimum so as to not draw outside attention. I can't use the 'career experience day' excuse that often. Unless you would all like to attend a security briefing." Scott's security briefings. Few things are said with more dread around the staff.

She than quiets to let Clint explain his reasoning for being here. The commentary is given a faint quirk of her brow and a look that may be amusing to those skilled at reading poker faces, though it evens out as he identifies the reason himself.

"I'm quiet interested as to why the Avengers - or SHIELD - is asking for a high schooler on a Thursday afternoon. Outside of his penchant for finding things that aren't meant to be found, unless that is the reason." This said to Clint, while mentally she is reaching out towards the young man in question.

*So,* She begins, as if entirely aware he's creeping around from a distance. *Uncovered Fury's secret Amazon wish list, did you?*

"As to where, that can wait. I'd rather not cause an uproar inside if the students think something is going on." It's a small school and word goes fast. It's already likely there's one or two faces peering out windows. "If it can be addressed here, fine. If it's a matter of secrecy, than I can speak with Mr. Barton in my office."

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar spares a glance for the Jamies in the area, but doesn't pay them much mind after that glance. Mostly, she watches Clint, as though he might do something interesting. Well, one never knows! As the agent looks at her, and her arrows, there's a quietly snorted laugh and a shake of her head. "I see you haven't changed, Clint," she says, tone still holding amusement. Brightwind tosses his head and she reaches down to pat his neck. The stallion settles, and then extends his head toward Shannon. His velvety soft muzzle whuffles in Shannon's palm. It seems that no apple is no problem.

Dani chuckles and lifts a shoulder. "I wouldn't say no. Any practice, even if a challenge, is good practice." She nods to Jean. "No offense taken." As it is revealed that Clint is looking for a specific person, Dani goes quiet again.

Dani lifts one leg over Brightwind's back, and slides down. With her off his back, it's revealed that she had been riding bareback, for there's no saddle to be seen. Nor a bridle. Not even so much as a halter. She pats his shoulder and leans in close to say something quietly to him. There's a brief nuzzle, and then the stallion turns to trot off toward the stables area, disappearing quickly from sight.

SpyderByte has posed:
As he hears his name being called over the cameras, followed by Jean's voice in his head, Jeremy slowly rises upwards and gives a glance of his eyes towards the computer as it swiftly powers down within seconds. Reaching out for the long leather trench coat, he slides it over his person, then starts to shamble for the door and to the hallway. The chains jingle and clank against his legs that hang from his bondage pants. He's wearing a long sleeved black shirt and his dark painted hair is a mess as it sprawls across his face and shoulders.

*No, I have not touched anything. I promise.*

As he makes his way down the stairs and across the foyer, the doors open to reveal the Goth as he stares out from behind his veil of black hair. He takes note of those gathered, then straps his phone to his arm holster, then makes his way forward to stand at Jean's side.

As always, he has a blank expression upon his face, souless eyes that slowly glance upwards towards the Avenger. He gives a few slow blink, then looks upwards towards Jean.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Ah! Work and duty be damned, Clint Barton would /never/ let a challenge be declined. Ok, it is not an actual challenge, but hey, whenever he can show off and be the best - he never gets tired of it - the marksman is willing.

"A few more scars since we last met, nothing new," he replies to Shannon, chuckling, "And yeah, I'd love a lil' target shooting. Anytime." But mentally adding *That is, when I'm not shipped across the damn ocean to handle someone*.

The archer then nods at Moonstar, with some good-hearted bravado in his raised chin, "I'll be good on you," he says, "And might even teach you a trick or two if you bring the beer!"

Then Hawkeye's features turn a bit more serious, as his gaze returns on Jean Grey. "Jeremy has special skills that would help us with a particularly tricky situation," he explains, making sure to not divulge any secret information at the moment. "So I was just thinkin' that he might like the idea, you know..." Hawkeye pauses, then in a mocked low official voice, adds, "To serve his country!"

Although he's trying to joke about it - maybe so the student don't run around spreading false ideas - Clint gets more serious as he adds.

"I know, Miss Grey, feeling useful can help keep a young man stay in the right track." Well, this might not be the best of arguments, but it sure helped him when he was a troubled young man, of which time mental images quickly cross his mind before they are banished back to a dark place where they should remain.

That's when Jeremy arrives, standing by Jean's side and the archer smiles at him, "Hi Jeremy, I'm Clint." There is a subtle change in the archer's voice as he speaks to the young man, something akind to... care.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Heh. Try not to get -too- dinged up before I learn to patch things up the normal way, okay?" Shannon chuckles lightly, and nods, stepping back to listen and observe. Her eyebrows loft as she listens to the reason for the visit. Of course. It was no surprise to her that Jeremy would be called upon, and she can't quite help a little smile of... pride? "Yeah, no lies there, he's good. Real good." Her wings do flare out somewhat, though, in a distinctly... protective sort of way, as she keeps an eye on the goings-on.

Phoenix has posed:
"It may. Or, you start down a path that you don't get to step off of again." Says Jean, with her own years of 'service' clouding and darkening her words. "There's always fine print."

She glances down to Jeremy as he steps up alongside her, her gaze weighted and considering. "He is quite capable of protecting himself, though, and he is eighteen. It's in his right to 'enlist' - even temporarily - if he chooses and wants to speak with you, though I am still legally responsible for his well-being so long as he attends this school."

She looks back towards Clint then and adds, "Just know, that if any harm comes to any of my kids then no technology on Earth or beyond will protect any of you from me." The redheaded woman even smiles as she says it, like it was just one of those formalities that HR insists is said.

"So, Jeremy, it's your choice. I can speak with you and Mr. Barton regarding this and you can make a decision or you can choose to decline.

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar glances toward the doors as they open to emit the man of the hour. There is a nod of greeting. She takes a moment to settle the bow over her shoulder. Still strung until she has a moment to deal with it. To Clint, she smiles and nods, once. "It's a deal. Beer for a trick or two? Never going to turn that down. I'll even make it good beer. Just let me know when."

Dani grins to Shannon. "Hopefully no dings. While I heal fast, I'm not so sure about Clint here." Dani glances to Jean at the mention of that path. There seems to be something of understanding there. The HR insisted formatity? Is not so comforting when it's with those words! But, as it seems nobody is in any actual trouble, Dani nods to each still here, and quietly slips away. Probably off toward the stables to make sure Brightwind arrived there safely.

SpyderByte has posed:
Reaching up with a hand, Jeremy brushes some of the black hair away from his face. His fingernails are painted a shiny black. As he listens to Clint, then glances upwards to Jean once more. He reaches over to tap the phone on his shoulder holster as the screen lights up.

From the phone, a voice can be heard. It's a soft, digital voice. Female. Sounds a lot like Siri or Alexa.

<< What do you need from me? >>

He fidgets with his hands, fingers winding together as he gives a shift of his feet. He's wearing worn down black Addidas sneakers with broken shoelaces. His eyes glance over towards Shannon for a moment before he looks back towards Clint.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Hawkeye chuckles at Shannon's reply. He's no sucker for punishment, but yeah, he gets cuts and bruises on an unhealthy rythm. "As long as I'm not your guinea pig, it'd be fine with your healing."

Clint then raises a hand to his forehead, silent for a moment. Sooooo many things he'd need to say, but /not/ before a crowd. Far from being a telepath - which his numerous ex-girlfriends could readily attest to - the archer thinks hard. He might not know how, but according to what he knows about telepathy, any telepath could hear his /intended/ thoughts.

***Ok, check, one, two? Miss Grey? I hope you can get this. Ok, look. I think now would be a good time to bring the beer, or move to a private office. You need more info, and I can't talk about it here. I'm in no rush and don't want to push you guys. I can get to know Jeremy a bit more, then we can talk business with your HR. You get this?***

It is unclear if the /you get this/ relates to the mental communication itself, or the meaning of it.

Lowering his hand, Clint Barton looks quite amused, glancing at Jean to try and detect any sign that she got the mental message.

The amusement over his features vanishes as the archer's eyes turn to Jeremy and, again in that strange - almost paternal voice - talks to Jeremy.

"Jeremy," he starts, "I have a problem and I think you can help me. If you have time now, we could sit down and talk about it. What do you say?" It's clear that the archer is being careful with the young man.

Multiple Man has posed:
Where there was 15, suddenly there are only 8, the pairs seeming to become only singles, and the messy previously sole lone Jamie actually doubling over and holding back a need to lose any lunch he might have had before the lunch break meeting. A brief thought made loud enough for Jean, *Wasn't intending to get seen. Was just meeting by the trees to escort myselves to someplace secluded. Bad luck or bad timing.*

After a moment, the retching Madrox hits the tree, and a copy of him seems to join the group of Madri, the SHIELD Agent Madrox moving beside the still half doubled over one, and looking at Clint, "Greetings Agent Barton. I do not recall seeing any mutant relation matters or mutant asset acquisitions officially filed? Should my counterpart and the Xavier Institute staff be contacting legal counsel for the minor in question?" the Agent seeming surprisingly serious and all business, an almost shocking contrast to the jovial Jamie most are accustomed.

As the rest of the Jamies depart to elsewhere on the campus, leaving only messy Jamie and Agent Madrox, the messy Jamie starts to recover from his issue, "Yeah, what the me that acts like Summers said. Do I need to make... I mean, contact... an attorney for our student?" his face still flushed and his brow sweaty...

Nightingale has posed:
     "Ha, no, Herr Wagner already holds that distinction," Shannon replied, rolling her eyes and flexing her fingers. "Doesn't matter how much you train for something, once you're confronted with it the first go-around, it's always a bit nerve-wracking. But the gifted kind of healing?" She flicks her wings briefly, settling them more snugly against her back. "It is as it is. Hard lessons learned."

     Glancing back at Jeremy, she just smiles lightly. "You've got this. Most of them are actually pretty chill, and holy hell, do they know their business."

     Peering back at Clint, she chuckles lightly. "Just don't tell Cap I almost cursed, he'd never let me hear the end of it."

Phoenix has posed:
Clear green eyes shifts towards Clint and there's a subtle tip of her head in his direction before she looks between him and Jeremy. "We can move to my office then and talk. Classes will be getting back underway shortly, so it should be quiet. I'll get you an excuse if you're supposed to be headed to class, Jeremy."

Her gaze then turns to Jamie and she adds, "It's alright." She says first, be it to his mental assurance or his concerns is left open. "We should be fine, I doubt there'll be anything legally binding involved. I'll know more once we've talked. This may just be a quick consultation, but if there's anything formal required then I'll let you know."

She looks back to Jeremy then and says, "We can head in now if you're ready. Shannon, if you have time before your next class and would like to bring some drinks to the office before we get started then you can, just don't end up late to be anywhere."

SpyderByte has posed:
Slowly swaying a bit side to side as he stands, Jeremy's eyes continue to flicker a bit in an unfocused manner. He gives another glance to Clint before he reaches to his holstered phone and slides it into his hands. He gives it a slow spin around before he gives a slight nod of his head.

<< You have very interesting photos on your phone, Mister Barton. I am not sure if Captain Rogers would appreciate these getting leaked. >>

There is a small twitch of his lips, subtle, before he gives a glance to the door and turns, lurching back to the manor.

<< I am ready. >>

He drags a hand back through his hair as he re-holsters his phone to his arm. The chains jingle and jangle musically at his hip.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Agent Barton seems a bit taken aback by Madrox's question, for a split second, that is. "There isn't any attorney in this line of business, Multiple-Pain," he replies, almost serious, "You should know that."

There's a good laugh at Shannon's comment about language, which elicits a retort from the archer, used to deal with the American Legend. "Don't mind Methuselah," he chuckles, "All bark and no bite!" Huh, yeah, right.

Then Jean's suggestion seems ideal and confirms that Clint can actually project his toughts. **To bad it doesn't work with my girlfriend... huh, waitaminit, yeah, probably best that way** The sigh.

And just when he was about to follow Miss Grey inside, Jeremy's comment about the photo stops him in his tracks.

"Oh shyte... you're good. And I'm in trouble."

Nothing more is said about Captain America edited picture in a "Hello Kitty" pink costume. Shit.