3793/From the Shadows

From the Shadows
Date of Scene:	02 February 2018
Location:	Gino's Pizzeria - Williamsburg
Synopsis:	Lar meets with Clint in Brooklyn.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Mon-El

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint got Mon-El's return message and when he figured out what the location was, Gino's Pizza, he smiled. That made things simple, and simple was going to be the operative word for this meet. Clint came alone, unarmed and with no big spy gadgets on him or teams doing surveillance, just his phone, his keys, and his badge and ID card. He's wearing a leather racing jacket, jeans and a t-shirt.

When he arrives at the restaurant Clint orders a beer and some slices from the warmer and grabs a table where he could watch the door and wait.

Mon-El has posed:
    So, despite basically -all- of Lar's friends telling him that this was a bad idea, he shows up to Gino's at the agreed upon time to meet with...whoever TotallyNotHawkeye was. Or someone in SHIELD, whoever was going to get the job of speaking with him. Well, -hopefully- someone in SHIELD. For all he knows, it could've just been a trick or something. But he's kind of desperate at the moment, and also pretty overconfident, so he figures whatever comes his way, he'll just deal with it.

    The Daxamite walks into the restaurant, searching for anything suspicious but doesn't find anything. He's not exactly sure who or what he's looking for, or even if anyone will -actually- show up, so he kind of stands just inside the doorway uncertainly and looking somewhat awkward.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint stands up when Lar enters, but it's the plump Italian guy behind the counter who speaks first, "Hey, you're that guy here to talk to Hawkguy, right? Lemme know what you want to eat and head on back."

Clint hears Gino on the way over to meet Lar and he shakes his head with a smile. "Thanks, Gino," he says to the man then extends a hand to Lar. "Hey, I'm Clint Barton, we talked online," he thumbs towards Gino. "Like this bum said, tell him what you want, it's on SHIELD tonight, then we'll talk."

Clint let's Lar order then heads back to his table to wait for the Daxamite to join him.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Uh..." Lar isn't very familiar with human food, although he at least knows what a pizza IS. He points at one of the featured items pictured on the menu. "I'll have that." he says, then smiles to Clint, shaking his hand as gently as he possibly can so as not to accidentally crush any bones. "Thanks, Clint."

    Then he goes back to the table and sits down. "So, you're not fake, are you?" he asks, regarding that other comment online yesterday. "SHIELD, that is."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Gino nods. "You got it," he says and sets to work taking care of Lar's order.

Clint smiles when he's questioned about his legitimacy. "Yeah, I'm the real deal," he fishes out a slender wallet and lays it open on the table, it has his badge and ID card. "I know, could be fakes and if you're worried they are we can pack up our food and head to the SHIELD offices at the Triskelion, but felt an informal meeting would make you feel more comfortable. Plus, the pizza isn't as good at the SHIELD cafeteria."

That last is given with a smile.

"So, what's the call here or the Trisk? I'm good either way."

Mon-El has posed:
    "We can stay here." Lar nods. "I believe you." he says, peering at the badge and whatever else is in Clint's wallet. "So, the Triskelion? That must be your base of operations?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Gino comes out and drops off Lar's pizza then heads back to the kitchen.

"Yeah, the Trisk is sort of spy central, big building off midtown, can't miss it," Clint says around a bite of pizza. It had been years since he'd did an Index related op, but he still remembered the basics from his time training with Coulson, openness was key. Which was why Clint figured he'd been sent. He was an open book.

His badge is pretty standard stuff for Earth, might be new to Lar depending on how many law enforcement people he's met. Once it's met approval it's tucked away.

"So, what did you want to talk to SHIELD about?" Clint asks.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar peers at the pizza as it arrives. It looks appetizing enough...although he can't say he's quite adjusted to Terran food just yet. Not that it isn't good, he's just not in much of an eating mood. He picks at a piece sort of gingerly, nodding at the description of the Triskelion. "I've probably seen it."

    "Well, I have no idea what kinds of resources you have at your disposal, but it seemed to me, from the leak--that you do have a lot of information at least. For the past few months I've been running around without any idea how I got here or really anything aside from growing up on Daxam. And I thought...maybe you have someone or know someone who could help?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint eyes Lar as he picks at the pizza. "Trying to ignore the sacrilege here," he quips lightly but doesn't push. "And yeah, it's got its own little island and a big bridge, it's in a weird three-part shape, hence the name."

When it comes time to talk business though, Clint sets down his pizza slice and wipes his hands with a paper napkin, before rubbing them together. "So, memory loss, huh? We might be able to help with that, but we'd need to know how it happened, injury, psychic attack, or something else?" he asks.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I don't know, that's the thing." Lar sighs, his gaze falling. "I remember waking up here and not knowing anything, although there was this sorceress who kept trying to kidnap me not long after that. And, sometimes I seem to know things I don't remember learning. Like Kryptonian. So it I think it's there, just...disconnected or something, somehow."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint's frown appears sympathetic as he takes that in. "That's got to be rough, showing up on a new planet with no memories," he says and he sounds like he means it. "So it's all one big question mark, huh?" he says his expression looking thoughtful. "I'm no science guy, but if you're remembering bits and pieces it does sound hopeful for getting the rest back. How long have the memories been gone?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Like I said, the last thing I remember is waking up in New Troy a few months ago with vague memories of my life on Daxam. But that's it." Lar explains. He sighs at the comment about it being rough. "Yeah...to say the least. It's the reason for my erratic behavior. Can't say I disagree with that report, to be honest." He pauses, frowning pensively. "Why do those Rising Tide people want to smear you so badly, anyway? Because you're spies? Don't they realize that spies are necessary? If the enemy has them, which they almost always do, you had better have some yourself, too."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"A few months huh?" Clint says, it didn't sound /that/ bad but then, what did he know? "Well, accurate or not, we're sorry your file got out there," Clint explains. "Though, yeah, if I lost my memories I'd be a bit erratic too," he offers a reassuring look. "The whole gist of the report though was, we didn't know who you were and what was motivating you, and given your power level, that had us worried. Generally though, from what we've seen you've been on the side of the angels, hell, I saw the footage Alpha Flight sent down about the thing with the asteroids, you did good work up there. And now, knowing about your memories, that explains a lot more. I am sure, given everything, I can convince SHIELD to help you with this, if not, well, there's always the Avengers, I work with them as well."

He pauses to take a bite of his pizza and when he sets it down he says, "Mostly because they're extremists, they think any secret is a bad thing and well, SHIELD has a ton of them, so they've always had a hate on for us. Now though, they've stepped it up a notch. And you're right, spies are needed, but SHIELD, at its best is more than that, like the Justice League and the Avengers we do our best to protect people, even if we do it from the shadows."

He chews thoughtfully. "So, the way you talked, spies and enemies, I guess Daxam isn't too much different than Earth? People fighting and spying on each other?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar nods. "That's the impression I got. I figured, I would be suspicious too if I were in your place. Even frightened. Especially--yeah...knowing what I can do." He finally starts to dig into the pizza. It's one of those specialty kinds with mac and cheese and sausage on it. He chews thoughtfully as he listens to the bit about the Rising Tide. "Hmph, I'm sure they have their own secrets as well, so that sort of makes them hypocrites, doesn't it?" he smirks. "To be honest, all my friends seemed to think like them. That because you're spies, and you have secrets, your methods must be bad and you must not be trustworthy. And that you're going to try to clone me and build an army or something. But I told them SHIELD seems to just want the same thing the Avengers and Justice Leauge want--to protect this planet and others from threats. It's just that not everyone has grandiose powers to do it with."

    He nods at the last question. "I think it's the same way everywhere. There's always fighting. And when fighting happens, there are always spies."

    The pizza slice is finished off before he continues. "I'm...grateful that you're willing to help. I'm just so tired of running around having no idea what I'm doing. I've already gotten my friends hurt and others possibly even killed." A determined expression comes across his face. "So whatever needs to be done, I'll do it...I could even help you track down those hackers, if you want. I can't sit around and wait for myself to make another stupid mistake that'll lead to yet another innocent person getting injured or even killed."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Well, I am sure none of my colleagues would admit it, but frightened might be a good word for it, yeah," Clint admits with a smile. "As for the Rising Tide, yeah, they're hypocrites and from what I understand they have all sorts of secrets, like for example, who they are," he says. "Like you said, hypocrites."
Clint takes the final bite of his pizza and chews before answering and wiping the crumbs off his hands while he does, "I can understand where your friends are coming from, but, yeah, we're just doing what we can with what we have. As for clone armies, nah, those never go well, we just want to know more about you and your people, partly yes, for our security, but also, if you're going to be around Earth, it might be good to have some people here who know enough about you to help."

Clint nods, "Shame it's universal like that, but not terribly surprised."

"Well, we can work out the details of how things will go once I check in with my bosses, but I am pretty sure they'll be on board to help with your problem. Probably means coming into the Triskelion at some point, doing some tests, probably some brain scans so we can figure out what's going on, but, given what you can do, it's not like any of it will be against your will."

Mon-El has posed:
    "And like I said, definitely wouldn't blame them." Lar replies, shaking his head. He chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, I thought the clone army was a bit of an overreaction. And that's what I told them. You're just doing what you can with what you have." To say the least, he feels pretty satisfied that everything he said earlier has pretty much been confirmed right. Well, at least by all appearances.

    "It's ironic isn't it, you just told me who you are--yet they won't tell anyone who they are. Seems they have just as many secrets as you do." He nods in approval at the comments about the Rising Tide. Yeah, definitely hypocrites. "I don't know Terran law very well, but I assume what they did was illegal and they deserve to be apprehended for their crimes. And as I said, I'm willing to help you with that if you need it. Or really anything, in exchange for help with the amnesia. I don't think it'll be easy that's for sure, since I've tried a lot of things already--so that would be the least I could do to compensate."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint chuckles, "Your friends should write for Hollywood, even as weird as things have been, clone armies of supermen, might be a bit much"

Actually, it was almost spot on for a few things Clint had heard of but those weren't done by SHIELD at least.

"Yeah, just goes to show how little they believe their own bullshit and yeah what they did? Super illegal. I am sure you can be a lot of help in tracking them down, just need to put you in touch with the people running the search, I am off that case, I know someone who's in the Rising Tide. Long story," he says then reaches for his beer and takes a long swig.

"Anyhow, let me take this back to SHIELD, I'll talk to the director and if he gives the okay we'll get you in to work on your memories and give us what help you can, sound good?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Hollywood?" Lar hasn't heard that term before.

    Then he smirks a little at that 'long story' comment. "I assume the reason you haven't turned them in has something to do with a relationship?" Though he doesn't press the matter further, nodding.

    "Yes, of course. I...assume you know how to contact me? I'm not sure that Twitter thing is very secure." he laughs.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs. "Right. Alien. Hollywood is a place in California where most of the movies get made," Clint says before adding quickly,"You've seen movies right?"

Setting down his beer, "Nah, tried to talk to her about it and she shot me, so, that whole business is pretty much over," Clint says cutting his lie with just enough truth to be believable. He takes another long needful pull from his beer to sell it. "Sounds like you've been there on the relationship side," he remarks to Lar when the beer is put down empty.

"And hmm, yeah," he pulls the phone he has in his pocket out and puts it on the table. "Take this, I can give you a call as soon as I've got the word on our next move. That work?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, yes! I have seen movies." Lar nods, beaming. "Some of them are fun. We had videographic art like that on Daxam, too."

    Then he scoffs slightly at Clint's apparent relationship woes. "Pff, don't even get me started. Especially since I have a pretty poor understanding of how -those- types of relationships are supposed to work here on Earth. Apparently, being truthful isn't always acceptable."

    When the phone is presented, he takes it carefully again doing his best not to break it, then pulls out another small comms device--black with golden trim on it. "Let's trade?" Then, realizing Clint might not recognize it, "Oh, it's a subspace transceiver. We used these on Daxam in um...much the same way you use cell phones here." he explains.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Lar's enthusiasm is infectious. "Right on? Any favourites? And hell, any movies make it to Earth with you from Daxam? I don't think I've seen an alien movie before."

Clint can't help but laugh. "Depends on the relationship, a fling or whatever, lying can be fun, something real though, the best part sometimes is knowing you can tell them anything," he says with a fond smile as his head trips back into memory. He doesn't linger long before he puts on a frown and says, "But what do I know, my girl shot me right?"

Clint looks at the subspace transceiver for a moment before taking it, "A space phone, huh? Awesome. So how's it work, just dial a number?" he asks.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Hmmm.." Lar ponders the question about alien movies. "I'm not sure. But maybe I could search the Legion's archives to see if there are any videos from other planets in the federation. Um, the United Planets, that is. You know what, I think I saw one episode of something that was real popular on Titan in 3102. If I could figure out some English subtitles, then maybe it would make some sense to you." he chuckles.

    "Yeah, but I want it to be real. You're right, I want to be able to tell her anything!" He admits, looking determined. "You can't -really- love each other if you can't be honest with each other." A pause. "You say she shot you, hm? Well maybe she'll reconsider if you forgive her for it. Or at least act like you do. Since that's a pretty hard thing to forgive."

    He glances down at the transceiver. "Space phone? Uhm, yeah I guess you could call it that. Here," he presses a series of keys that line the edge, and a little hologram of a local news broadcast shows up. "You just tune it to any frequency you want, whether airwaves or subspace. Well, as long as it isn't encrypted."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Hey cool, whatever you've got man I'm game. Even if I have to figure out what they're saying on my own," he grins. That was half the fun of foreign flicks. The rest isn't missed though. "So 3102, so it's true then, you guys are really from the future?" he asks.

Clint gives Lar a nod, "Sounds like a hell of a girl there, Lar," Clint says before he asks, "Can I call you that? And I hope she's down with the honesty thing too."

He smiles faintly at the idea of forgiving the girl who shot him. "Maybe, but like you say, it's a hard thing to get over."

Clint watches how to use the transceiver and picks it up quickly, dialing in a local radio station before flicking it off. "Awesome. So it sounds like we have our methods to keep in touch, I'll make my report right away and as soon as I hear back, you can count on me being in touch."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, well if you'd prefer trying to figure it out yourself, I could leave the subtitles off." Lar says with a chuckle.

    He nods. "Yeah, it would seem so. Not that I remember any of it, but if I can get my memories back, maybe I could tell you more."

    Then he gets a sort of dreamy look on his face. Hell of a girl... "Yeah, she is--quite amazing." he mumbles, then snaps back to reality. "Sure, you can call me that if you want. It's what all my friends call me anyway."

    "You got it." he smiles, nodding as Clint dials in a radion station and the audio plays briefly before switching off. "Thank you, Clint." He stands up then, leaving the remaining pizza behind on the table.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Well, not going to say no to subtitles, but, if the choice is figuring it out or no movie, I'm going to pick figuring it out," Clint explains with a grin. "And right. Well, I'll save my questions about who wins the next few Superbowls until after you're fixed up," he jokes. "It's a sports thing," he fills in before he's asked what a Superbowl is.

Clint gives a chuckle at that dreamy look, "She must be, you've got it bad," he remarks before nodding and saying, "Lar it is."

Clint stands too, offering a final shake of his hand as he says, "You're welcome, Lar. We'll talk soon."