3313/Wait. Did this Really Happen

Wait. Did this Really Happen
Date of Scene:	05 December 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Clint and Skye get used to living together. It works out alright in the end.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Really, so it was a t-rex? In a box? Yeah? Sorry I missed it. Anyhow, I'm home now, got to go, yeah, yeah, you better hope I get off the sick list, later," Clint says into his phone before swiping the call off and finishes walking into Skye-. No, /their/ apartment at the Triskelion.

Yes, there was a time displaced t-rex in the city last night, but even stranger, Clint and Skye had actually moved in together.

Well, to a certain value of moved in by this point, with his balance still being off, he hadn't done much moving, but his clothes, and more importantly his bows were all here and both, for the most part were contained to the guest room while more permanent places were found for them. Oh, the Starkbox had made the trip too, not because Skye didn't have one, but because she'd given it to him, so that ensured its place on the 'move first' list.

Stepping more fully into the apartment, and over a bow he swore he put away, he looks around, "Hey. You here?" he bends down to pick up the bow.

Quake has posed:
Skye is.. well, behind a keyboard. In the livingroom. And she hasn't looked up yet, just made some sort of non-committal noise in Clint's direction. Since finding the 'feature' in her code, she'd been busy fixing it and testing it against the scenario.

So far? So good. There were still a couple rough edges she wants to smooth over, though, and despite planning on having something of dinner ready... she's failed to notice the time slipping away.

Let's be honest, though, it's Skye. She probably planned on grabbing a take-out portion of the cafeteria's dinner menu and slapping it down on plates.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint's played this game before and lost, so he just chuckles to himself when he finds Skye in work mode and drops his bow off in the guest room before coming out to join her. He stands right in front of her and clears his throat. If that doesn't work, he leans forward so he's looking over the screen, and his arm just happens to be in front of the screen, all without actually touching the computer. He figures that ought to keep him out of the guest room even if it doesn't get her full attention.

Quake has posed:
Skye is frowning over her code when the arm appears.

"Nobody I know would be bu -"

He can see the lightbult go off as Skye goes from nobody would be bothering her at work (in her apartment no less!) to the fact that it's not only someone she knows, but someone she's rather pointedly invited to enjoy the premises on a permanent basis.

Her glance flicks up to Clint, even as her lips twist over a smirk. "Let me guess. I've been lost in space and you got tired of waiting? How long this time?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint grins when she looks up at him and his grin grows just a little bit wider when she gives that smirk he likes so much. "I dunno, like an hour," he lies, badly, before laughing and saying, "Just got in. Want me to pick us something up from the caf while you finish your code?" he asks.

Quake has posed:
The smirk turns into a look of gratitude, "Think you'd mind? I meant to make something." Pick something up. "And time.. got away from me. I swear, soon as you're back, I'm done for the night."

To her credit, it's not like she's purposefully lying. She really does intend to be done by the time he gets back. It's just that her track record doesn't suggest he won't have to pry the keyboard out of her hands to make it happen.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint shrugs a shoulder, "No problem," he says, before it's his turn to smirk. "Uh-huh, time seems to be slippery like that around you," he says. "What do you want to eat? I think they were doing a special on chicken fingers today."

Clint knows she's not trying to lie to him on purpose, it just how she works, and he's willing to deal with it. Though yeah, when he comes back with food if she doesn't take a break, he's getting the prybar.

Quake has posed:
And... she's off to the races again, head down and eyes on her screen, nodding. "Sure. That sounds wonderful. Make mine the same."

Whatever it is she's doing, she looks pleased with something.

He's likely going to need that prybar, but who knows? Stranger things have happened.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint heads back out into the world, and is noteably walking without his cane. Though the mysteriously dented thing is sitting in a corner of the living room. He gets them chicken fingers and salad, then, taking the time to chat with the cafeteria folks, he makes his way back. He knocks twice, not because he needs to but to give Skye a chance to set down the computer before it becomes a battle.

Knocking done, he steps inside.

Quake has posed:
If he hadn't knocked, she likely would have missed the fact he'd come in...

It's not that the knocking is so loud that it grabs her attention where his entry doesn't, it's that it's unexpected. More formal. And in the back of her head, while she was about it dismiss it, it occurred to her that Clint was coming back with something - she wasn't sure what - for them to eat. Had he told her what he was getting? What had he said?

It's that blink of confusion that he catches when he comes in, not to mention a confused furrow of brow, "Uh.. why'd you knock? You always just come in?" Followed by, "Actually, why'd you knock, you live here."

For a moment she looks like she could be knocked down by a feather.

"Let me save and shut down. Oooo, you brought dinner. What are we having?"

Nice attempt at a save there, Skye.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint grins as he nudges the door shut behind him with his butt. "You're lucky I find your work induced dementia cute," he says leaning in to give her a kiss on the forehead on the way down to the couch. He sits, and for a change doesn't flinch, or wobble. He smiles at that then looks to Skye.

"I was giving you time to do that before I checked if I hit up maintenance for a prybar," he says nodding to her saving and such. Though it hadn't fully sunk in that, yes, he lived here now. He gives his head a shake.

A chuckle as he offers a take-out box to Skye. "Chicken strips and salad, like I said, a few minutes ago."

"So, patch the hole?" he asks about the code.

Quake has posed:
"When'd you say chicken fingers and salad?" Skye looks utterly perplexed at this conversation she clearly does not remember being a participant in, closing the lid to her laptop and shoving it under the endtable at her end of the couch.

"The hole? Oh, yeah. Patched that.. well, day after I found it. Been running scenarios and watching how the code works. Was just putting the finishing touches on it. And barring one last run through, I'm good to go."

There's an amused twist to her lips. "A prybar, huh? Maybe flip the lights off and on next time instead of knocking?"

Though even she has to admit it feels odd that he's here. Not that he wasn't here all the time anyway, or even that he knocked before, but now it was where they were. And she did things like work in front of him, instead of send messages saying she'd meet him at his place later.

"And hey! What work induced dementia? Since when did short jokes give way to dementia jokes? I'm not the one who changed their disability. And since when'd you give up the cane?"

Yeah, that she'd noticed.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Like just before I left," Clint says with a shake of his head.

"The lights huh?" he nods. "Alright."

He nods about her code, opening his box of chicken strips, and tucking a leg up under him while he sat on the couch. "Good to hear. Also I'm sorry for having doubts the hole was real. I've seem similar before, where guys just check their gear over and over before an op because they can't get out of their heads. Glad that wasn't what's happening here."

He laughs when she comes back at him. "Are you sure I said dementia, maybe I said something else and you forgot," he teases before he nods, "Yeah, the vertigo is gone, except when I get up too quick, still have a few other problems though. Simmons says the healing changed how I move, you know, missing scar tissue in my joints, stuff like that, that stuff is going to take some time to adjust to."

Quake has posed:
Skye tucks a strand of hair behind an ear as she reaches for her dinner box. "To be honest, I wasn't sure it was there. When Nat couldn't see it either?" She shakes her head and pops open the lid of her chicken strip container. "I figured I was doing that. Getting myself spooked over nothing. Was such a stupid little thing, too. I can see how we missed it. It looked like all the rest of the code bits. Only it shouldn't have. Until it got thrown at a live system, it just slid under the wire. I've got the sims working it now and it's doing what it's supposed to."

She gives a satisfied smirk, grabbing up a chicken strip and gesturing with it. "Ha ha ha. Funny. I know where you sleep, Hotshot, and that spare bedroom isn't full of your junk yet, so watch it." A quick bite is taken. "Speaking of, we need a system to store your bows so that room is useful as a study, if we still want a study?"

She seems genuinely uncertain if that plan is still a go. And not just because his collection of bows was mightier than she expected.

"So.. no fast getting up? We good for the sheet dancing again?"

Her eyes teasing him.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Nodding, Clint starts in on his chicken strips, chewing as he listened to Skye break down her issue for him. "So one line of code was the issue? Out of how many?" he asks. That's what got him about CS he had no idea how people could keep it all straight. There was just so much going on and one typo could send the whole thing crashing down in flames. The way Skye could just make it seem as natural as breathing was frankly mind-blowing.

And she was his girl. He smiles a little dopely at that.

The salad is next after he digs out a plastic fork. He hmms, around a mouthful before he swallows, then replies, "Yeah, still good to have a study. I'll sort through the bows this week, some of them will go back ho-, to my old place, and some I'll take down to my spot in the armoury." He smiles about the slip. "Still getting used to it, I guess," he says by way of explanation. It was really unreal, he'd moved in with Skye.

"Well I meant standing, but yeah, we're good for sheet dancing," Clint says leaning across their food to plant a quick kiss on her lips.

Quake has posed:
Skye shakes her head. "Not even a whole line. Just this tiny little string in the middle of a line." More head shaking ensues, mostly at herself and her not having been able to see it.

"I was thinking, though, if you need the room for your stuff, I'm good with that. It's not like we need another bedroom or anything?"

She's midway to taking another bite when he leans and kisses her, the gesture drawing a smile from her. "What's that for?"

As though kisses were suddenly something that needed a reason between them.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint "So just part of a line?" Clint shakes his head. "I don't know how you do what you do. I'd have gone nuts ages ago."

Clint considers that while he chews on another chicken finger. "Maybe?" he answers unhelpfully. "I should know by the end of the week."

He raises a brow at the question about the kiss. "Because you're you?" he answers with a laugh. "I don't know, why do we usually kiss?" he asks.

Despite the laugh, his lips curl down slightly.

Quake has posed:
Skye's eyes drop down as she looks suddenly shy. "I don't know. It's weird thinking you're here now. I keep having this urge to run around and make you happy. It's stupid and I don't know what's up with me."

She looks up in time to see his lips curl down slightly, her self-deprecating shrug turning into a frown.

"And.. I just did something wrong, didn't I? Hey, it's me, Hotshot. Talk."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint says, "You're still thinking of me as a guest and you feel like you need to entertain me. It's normal. And you don't. I mean I only gave you a hard time about the coding because we had plans, but if you need to work when I'm around, work, I'll probably do the same from time to time." While Skye and him often strayed far from the paths he'd made with Nat and Bobbi, this one was familiar. "It's something we'll ease into."

The kiss thing, though, that was troubling, as much as he wanted them to slip into an easier routine around home, justifying kisses? He didn't want that.

"You asking what that kiss was for, threw me. I mean it's us, Keyboard, we kiss."

Quake has posed:
Skye nods a little, still frowning. "I'm nervous?" She shrugs helplessly. "Nothing's changed, really. Somehow you just being here all the time was different?"

She's really trying not to make it as bad as it sounds to her own ears as she says it.

"And I didn't really mean why. It's just part of the other. Remember when we first started dating? How we weren't sure if we were allowed to kiss each other? Or how you said we'd take this at my pace and we spent a whole evening not doing what we both wanted to do because I thought you didn't want me?"

There's another of that helpless shrugs. "Stupid, huh? And wait.. we had plans?" She blinks, and defintely gets the whole 'what have I forgotten' look on her face. "I know I said I'd take care of dinner?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint's lips screw up into a frown as he considers that. His brow furrows too. Despite her best efforts it sounded pretty bad. Like all of this was a mistake. He closes the lid on his chicken and drops it on the coffee table then turns back to her.

"Wait, you thought I didn't want you?" he asks about that first night. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but his tone is more surprised and curious than hurt or angry. It did at least put his concerns about the rest out of his mind for a second.

"Yeah, dinner, I assumed we'd eat together," he says frowning again. He takes a breath, thinking, "Though that could be my fault for assuming, I guess I haven't adjusted to things either yet."

Quake has posed:
Skye kicks a foot over his way, nudging his knee, from her perch at the other end of the couch. "Hey. I didn't mean it that way."

She laughs softly, and closes the lid ot her chicken strips, and sets it aside before crawling down the couch to his end, and kissing him.

It's a slow, thoughtful thing that brings to bear all the security and pleasure that his being here brings her. Where her words and gestures have faltered, /this/, this thing, tells him that she doesn't believe it a mistake, and that, for once, she's remembered what he'd quipped so offhand - "Why don't we just start with a kiss?".

So she started with a kiss before sitting back and watching him, a softness in her eyes. "I want you here. All of you. Even that incredible mess you're making of what was going to be a study with all your things." She smirks. "Making me sit on the couch to do my work."

As though she was really going to go crawling off into another room to code. She worked in the breakroom as a matter of course, for fuck's sakes. She could code anywhere. Especially with that ability to turn off the outside world.

"Yeah," she admits. "I thought you didn't want me. That maybe you thought the whole dating thing was a mistake. I mean, we got here and you weren't even trying to kiss me. And that whole business about me calling the shots? Short of undressing you, I thought I was telling you loud and clear I was interested. God, I could have fucked you in the cab I wanted you so badly."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The nudge the laughter, it took away some of the sting, but the kiss took away the rest. He understood that message and as he returns the kiss he sends her the same in return. He wanted this, he wanted to be with her.

He smiles at her fondly when it's over, and he nods. "I'm glad, because you've got me," the words are seriously meant despite him finishing with a laugh as she brings up the mess. "End of the week," he grins. "Promise." Though it may end up being like one of Skye's promises to finish work on time. He didn't mean to be untruthful, things just happen.

"I had no idea what you thought. I mean we were both pretty slow off the line and then you were talking about wanting me but for more than a quick fuck and asking if going to bed was a bad idea," he says, "I thought you were telling me you wanted to take things slow, it was killing me, but I was willing to do it, because I liked you and wanted to see where this went."

He sounds exasperated but then that last part, it made him smile.

The smile threatens to turn into a laugh as he says, "The cab huh?" he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. "Well can't let that pass us by, get your shoes, I'll call us one now. Guess, we won't have to tip," he's glances up at her grinning as he says all that. "I wanted you that badly too, hell, I want you that badly now."

Quake has posed:
She pokes her foot at him again. "I asked that because you sounded like you weren't okay with it. Last thing I wanted was to rush you and ruin everything. I don't know. I had no clue what was going on. I didn't want to fuck you, I needed to. Only I needed you more than I needed that."

She rolls her eyes and laughs at the two of them. But that kiss.. yeah. It said a lot.

"Don't.. worry too much about the room. But we should make sure your gack is stored properly so it doesn't get damaged. I'll live with the fact that you take up space. I wasn't using it."

And it's true. She wasn't. Nor does she sound bothered by it. Hell, she still takes up less space than most all things considered. Something to do with living out of a van for years, and being a system kid before that. Everything in one plastic garbage bag, and a pillow, right?

When he pulls out his phone, he gets a look, a very considered, questioning look. "So.. this cab? Where are we taking it to? Or is this going to be a drive us around Central Park a few times and bring us back?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint sighs with a bit of laughter in it. It all made sense in retrospect but of course they didn't see it at the time. "Yeah, that was pretty much where I was at too," he says of needing her more than he needed to fuck her. "How'd we ever manage to get this far?" he asks shaking his head.

This kiss though, drove that question from his mind. He didn't care, he was just happy they'd made it at all.

Clint nods, "Alright, but just kick me if it gets out of hand okay?" he says of the mess.

That look gives Clint pause, wait was she joking or not? He doesn't wonder long, he tosses the phone down beside his chicken and beckons her over. "Don't really need to go anywhere, we've got the important bits right here."

Quake has posed:
Hindsight: almost alway 20:20.

And the two of them had a shared history of coming at everything from the wrong angle. Like he said, how had they ever managed to get this far.

"Sheer, stupid luck?" Skye ventures, grinning right along with him. Her smile speaking volumes.

"Oh, trust me, that stuff of yours starts creeping into the bedroom we'll be having a talk. So far, so good. And.. if I get huper-focused because now you live here and I forget that doesn't mean I get to treat you like the coffeetable, feel free to sit me down for a likewise chat. Deal?"

She almost looks disappointed when he puts the phone down, her lips forming a moue of disappointment when he does, though it's quickly banished by his beckining gesture. "Okay, but I want you to know, we'll take this at your pace, alright? You let me know what you're comfortable with."

She's not laughing, but her eyes are.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs, "That's sort of our thing isn't it? Sheer stupid luck." His own smile mirrors her own. So much to say without so many words. Most of it was gratitude to whatever forces had allowed them to find each other and then stumble along this far together.

"Talking? About problems?" Clint teases at first, before he straightens his smile a little to nod. "Deal."

That made things easier somehow, and he felt the tension slip from his shoulders as he let out a breath.

That almost disappointed look is seen and noted. Though when it vanishes, replaced by laughing eyes, he can't help but grin, "You're an asshole," he laughs, when she throws his words back at him, he pulls her on top of him and kisses her, with the remembered passion he'd felt during that ride home from their first 'date' and all the passion he felt now. It positively burned. Though, with effort, he manages to pull himself away, to pay her back with her own coin, "Fuck me, Keyboard," he murmurs grinning, before he kisses her again.

Quake has posed:
Clearly, after a request like that, dinner isn't finished until later. Much, much later.