3960/Vegas: Pt3. Breakfast Hangovers

Vegas: Pt3. Breakfast Hangovers
Date of Scene:	25 February 2018
Location:	Las Vegas, Nevada
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Hawkeye (Barton), Quake

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Iron Man has posed:
There's a loud rapping on Skye and Clint's suite door. A little bit of softer discussion wherein Tony tells the person knocking to be more quiet.

"Of course, sir," floats the voice from the other site of their door. There's some movement sounds, metal things clanking together.

Opening of the door will reveal the bar area and front large shared table, amidst the couches and chairs in the foyer, has been converted into a beautiful breakfast display! There are two employees finishing up laying out the spread, and they are now folding up their little carts and wheeling out, bowing overly low to Tony Stark. Tony is in comfortable pants, socks, a long-sleeve light gray shirt, that only somewhat blocks the strange circular light that he must be wearing under that shirt - something Skye hasn't seen, but Clint will have some familiarity. It's a slightly different color than previously, the ring a bit more pronounced.

The spread is fresh fruit. Waffles. Pancakes. Biscuits. Coffee. Whipped creams, syrups. Eggs in two styles, hash browns. It might kill someone unprepared for the heavy fare. Tony is picking through it a bit painfully, hungover, and so far has a large waffle with blackberry sauce.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint wakes to find himself staring down at him. He blinks rapidly, flinching, before he realized, wait, those damn mirrors. He chuckles, then leans over to kiss Skye's cheek before rolling out of bed. "I guess it's time to get up," he says as he fishes around for some pants and a shirt to pull on. Clothing found, he makes his way to the door and looks outside. "What, we've got wake up calls now?" he asks from the doorway. "I don't think you get how vacations work-" he pauses when he sees the spread. "On the other hand I think I'll shut up now." He glances over his shoulder to call into the room. "Hey, food's here." Which may be a contender for understatement of the year.

Quake has posed:
Skye slept the sleep of the dead, or the damned.. or merely those who haven't slept well for weeks on end (for reasons!!) and finally have the luxury and safety of zonking. She didn't even notice Clint come crawling into bed, but she woke up curled into him sometime before dawn, smiling to herself, and fell back asleep. Still, Clint has the right of it - who gives wake up calls on vacation?!?

Then again, what vacation has she had other than their quickly aborted trip to Starling? Yeah, Rising Tide had ruined that too.

"mmmfppph."

Skye reluctantly rolls over in bed, and pulls a pillow over her face. "Sleeeeeeep." Even if now her stomach has other ideas. The smell of all that nommy food wafting in, and Clint's confirmation that it sounds worth getting up for.

Iron Man has posed:
    Also, there's bacon. Of course. Tony was just blocking it with his body. He adds it to his plate, turning a little bit as Clint starts off their day with sarcasm, only to deflate it at the sight of the food. Tony's amused expression flows in evenly.

"Nah, go back to bed, I can handle this; I'll just toss out whatever's left over," Tony says with a gesture in a broad circle over the whole of it, clearing his throat with a deepened, relaxed voice. It has that edge of hangover and also the lung related symptoms he had had. But he seems well enough, considering.

He eats some of the bacon, snaring one of the coffees, and drapes himself onto the couch. There is a laptap there from earlier (or a good mimic of a laptop, it's weird), with cables in a tangle on top of it. Tony pushes the cables aside and pokes at it absently.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Yeah, Clint was no expert on vacations, but wake up call or no, this was shaping up to be a good one. Snorting at Skye's reply, he grabs a balled up sock and hurls it in her direction, thudding it against her pillow. "C'mon, keep up or Tony's going to eat all the food," he says with a smile before he strolls out into the main room to survey the spread. "Nah, man, can't let you take this one on by yourself, I insist on giving you back up."

He grabs himself some waffles and a coffee before he moves to join Tony. "Heh, knew I smelled bacon. Give some over, Stark," he says holding out his plate.

He catches sight of the slightly different look to the reactor in Tony's chest, "New model?" he asks. He'd known about the housing, but he didn't know the guts of the reactor were getting swapped. Not surprising though. Tony did seem to like his upgrades.

Quake has posed:
Eventually Skye makes it from the bedroom, rubbing at her still sleep-gritted eyes as the spread is taken in. "Shit, you feeding an army?"

Her trademark grin settles on her lips as she pads over and joins. Notably, she's wearing one of Clint's shirts as a dress, and hasn't brushed her hair. Yeah, she might be thinking of nap after breakfast. Or, you know, checking out that ten man rain-forest shower in their ensuite.

The jacuzzi she'll save for alter when she has Clint all to herself. For now, though, Food! (picture that in the Tick's voice, saying "Spoon!") A waffle is snagged and eaten plain as she makes herself comfy on a seat.

Iron Man has posed:
"Yep. I'm Harder, Faster, Better, Stronger," Tony lyric quotes, and extends his plate towards Clint for him to rake some of the pile of bacon over onto his own plate. "/And/, it isn't causing deterioration with the mounting. We're in great shape all around," Tony shares. His computer appears to be really boring business related content. The ever-important memos. But he was looking for something specific: "Pepper coming is a maybe," Tony reports with a roll of his eyes, sitting back, digging into his own waffle and bacon.

"Army, no. SHIELD, yes," Tony replies. "But I think May dodged me, getting up painfully early. Rhodey gets whatever we leave him. Bruce..." He glances over to that door. "Went out ahead, I guess, with his fun-sucking bodyguard. Maybe he'll turn up later again. And the others.... eh. I'm not a cat-herder; I just provide the food."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint steals a moderate amount of bacon. "Good thing," he says of the upgrades. "Might get embarrassing If we had to call Nat to sedate you in the middle of the casino floor or something," he says with a chuckle before he takes a bite of bacon and chews. "But seriously though, glad you're better."

"Aren't you Pepper's boss? Why not just order her here, we could go on a double date or something," he looks to Skye to see what she thought of that, by his smirk, he may just be fucking with the both of them about the idea.

"Sounds like, May," he agrees. "And totally weird to be partying with Bruce Wayne of all people. I mean, assuming his body guard lets him party."

Quake has posed:
"Parting with who?" Yeah, she's herad of Bruce Wayne. It's just not filtered in that she's here partying with him. Hell, she's here with Tony Stark, and an Avenger. That's surreal enough, really.

"Sounds like May," Skye agrees. "And uh, right, since he's not here, that friend of yours? I get it, I mean I do, but isn't he some old timer SHIELD agent? What was his beef anyway?"

Iron Man has posed:
"I'm glad you're not confident in your skills to sedate me yourself. I'm sure if someone tried to murder me you'd be a great asset," Tony chuckles at Clint, through some bacon. He rubs his eyes a little bit with his wrist, trying to remain coherent. Hangover yuck.

"I /could/ absolutely order her here," Tony agrees. "She'll be eight hundred percent better if she elects to do it, instead of being angry with me all weekend," Tony sighs. "Also, she's angry with me /now/." Tony totally isn't in Vegas with her approval, but it amuses him. The tone is a bit similar to as if he were talking about the woman in his life, though, even if he doesn't realize it.

"Weird? Wayne is great," Tony says, surprised. "All over the Burlesque show." Enjoy that mental image. "Rhodey?" Tony asks, when the old timer is brought up. "We drunk-fight all the time. Doubt it's anything. Not sure what he thinks about your mission. I'm stayin' out of the SHIELD dumpster fires... I've lost track of what secret is what, anymore... so that's up to /you guys/," Tony says, eating the rest of that waffle.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint smirks, "Hey, it always pays to go with a pro," he says of sedating Tony. He chuckles at the rest. "Nobody's trying to kill you right?" he asks. With Avengers you never could tell.

Clint chooses to fight his own hangover with bacon and sip of coffee. "Heh, what she doesn't think going on a weekend bender in Vegas is smart plan after almost dying?" he asks. "Oh, yeah, Keyboard, Tony almost died," he informs Skye casually. "It was very tragic and then Nat stuck him with syringe." He smirks about all of it.

"Ugh, didn't need that thought," Clint says of Bruce at the burlesque show. "And it's weird because he's a guy I mostly see on TV and the odd one of your big parties," Clint explains. "Normal people problems."

"I hear you on the secrets thing, man," Clint says about trying to keep track of who knew what. "Anyhow, like Tony says, Rhodes isn't Nat, I am pretty sure he was just talking out his ass."

Quake has posed:
Skye shrugs, and makes a face. "Yeah, well, he can take his talking out his ass and stick it. Durnk people say what sober people think and have too many filters to say. You're welcome to hang with him, but excuse me if I avoid him like the plague."

Tony gets a frown. "Nearly died, huh? What happened? Shit, I was out of the loop there."

Iron Man has posed:
"Ehhhhhhhhh..." Tony begins, with a waggle of wrist back and forth in a 'so-so' motion to whether people are trying to kill him. "Mostly people are asking for selfies and autographs, as I'm savior of the Internet, so less of the death threats," Tony finishes.

"Yeah, major cardiothoracic surgery. All my blood exchanged out. ---Oh! Before I forget. Barton." Tony did forget. But he remembered. He eats some bacon as he explains it. This is directed to Barton, with some serious-face. Which, on Tony, can be frightening.

"Should I, ha ha, fall over and not respond," Tony says, in an easygoing tone despite the clear weight of the subject, "I've got a diagnose set up, to determine if it's the reactor, or what. You'd clip blue guy onto the exterior node on left, and this green one, bottom front." Tony nudges the pile of cable and wire with his foot. There does appear to be the colors he listed, plus others. "It'll pick up on the issue and let you know what to do. Just in the case that you're lacking my verbal pearls of wisdom." A pause. "But don't cross the wires, or I'll explode, take out the strip." A smirk. Maybe kidding.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"So business as usual then," Clint says scrubbing a hand through his tangled bed-head. "By the way, you still have sign my Fuck Stark shirt," he teases before having another sip of coffee.

"Rhodey's not all bad, but you do you," Clint says to Skye. He already had this brand of awkward going on with Skye and Nat and wasn't eager to wade into the middle of this situation. But damn it, he can't help himself, "But I'd talk to him if it were me. Who knows, may end up working with him now that you're a field agent," he says before adding to Tony with a grin, "She's a field agent now." Yes, he's proud, so sue him!

More coffee though, more coffee is needed when Tony puts on the serious face, and he finishes his cup by the time Tony's done explaining what to do if he passes out. "Wait, blue on left, green on the bottom, and you better be joking about the exploding bit Tony. Knowing how much the press loves you, I'd get the blame. I can see the headlines, 'Weakest Avenger Kills Stark, Destroys Vegas'," he says with shake of his head before getting up for more coffee. "But yeah, if it happens, I'll do that for you man."

Quake has posed:
Skye gives a distracted wave of a waffle holding hand. "Yeah. Whatever. Just not holding my breath."

She gives Tony a small grin at Clint's words, though, about her. "Yeah. Promoted and all. No longer have training wheels. Someone thinks I'm okay to be out in the field on my own. You should have seen the crying in admin over losing their favourite IT girl."

Totally a personal joke going on there with that one.

She's paid attention to Tony's wires as well. You never know. It might come in handy some day.

Iron Man has posed:
"Only if you're wearing it again while I sign it, we need to make this as awkward as possible," Tony replies to the awful Fuck-Stark shirts.

"Wow, great. Congratulations. Access to the best secrets to have nightmares about, no doubt. We'll open wine for you later to celebrate," Tony says, lifting his coffee to her for now, smile apparent.

"Aren't you a top secret agent, it can't be worse than disarming any other bomb." And now Tony is a bomb. Or he's playing. Or both. "Hey! At least you'd make the /headline./ That's new for you, right?" Tony suggests to Clint with good cheer, standing and going to collect eggs, pancake. He did not hide what he was talking about from Skye, so there's likely some level of trust being extended, there. Although he's pretty sure she doesn't quite think he has an arc reactor in his chest. Because that would be beyond insane.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Oh sure, how else would you sign it?" Clint asks with a smirk into his coffee. "Do I need to be wearing pants or is that optional?" he adds.

"Heh," Clint says about the nightmares and secrets. "Tell me about it," he mutters. "But cost of doing all the cool stuff," he adds a bit more brightly.

The crack about the headline that gets Tony a shake of his head, "Hey, I get press, but like you said, secret agent, I have to keep a lowish profile, unlike you, Mr. Tony 'Center of Everything' Stark," he chides good naturedly as he comes back with more coffee. "And yeah, Tony, most bombs don't look lie my friends."

Quake has posed:
"Good thing," Skye murmurs of our friends not looking like bombs. "And I'm going to go hop in the shower, and then take a nap."

Yep. She travelled all this way, to a luxury hotel, on Tony's dime... to sleep.

Clint gets a quick kiss, and then she's off to do exactly that. Shower. Sleep.

Iron Man has posed:
Hey, whatever Skye wants to do with her vacation, she can do. There aren't rules. Tony kind of nods at her idly as she goes.

"In this case, yeah. I'm gonna require pants. Particularly because I expect to do it in the main hotel lobby in front of witnesses," Tony answers clint, eating the pancake with remarkable efficiency.

"Good deal," Tony finally says, which is his way of saying thank-you, about that Clint will diffuse the 'bomb'.

"So, the Burlesque shows. /Recommended,/" Tony adds, after Skye's shower starts, snapping his fingers at Clint. Tony gets what he wants, generally. Sometimes, like now, with reasonable tact.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint returns the kiss, "Have fun," he says with a lopsided grin. Then turns back to Tony a touch more seriously, "Rough mission," he explains about the tired and then takes another sip of his coffee.

"The lobby huh, I /guess/ I can wear pants for that," he chuckles. "Especially if we're putting the pics of you signing it on the Avengers website," he was teasing there, but he had to do /something/ to keep this escalating.

"You're welcome man, but just tell me you blowing up isn't likely," he says sounding semi-serious for a change. Though he can't quite help but ask, "Who would I give shit to if you blew up?" he asks. Nobody, actually, since they'd both be blown up, but that was beside the point.

"Yeah, we want to check one out tonight? Or did you and Brucie, fill up on that already?" Clint asks. He had yet to form a Vegas game plan, so, this sounded like a good start.

Iron Man has posed:
"Even ONE agent in a relationship has got to be horrific. Let alone two of you. You're on some awful rollercoaster of stress," Tony says of the whole 'rough mission' thing. "The normal lies, let alone all the ones your job is adding in." Tony shakes a piece of bacon ruefully before eating it, and then just working on the coffee, relaxing back, plate set aside. There's just some fruit left on it and crumbs. The spread, though, is still massive, for when the others do show up to it.

"I wonder who maintains our website. Because it is not me. Maybe I told JARVIS to do it," Tony wonders, but doesn't actually look it up or resolve the question.

"No, I won't blow up. But I figured you'd hurry a bit more if it wasn't just MY life we're discussing," Tony teases. "Wayne and I did not fill my quota on dancing, gorgeous nude women, no. I mean. Have you met me?" Tony asks, baffled. "Tonight it is."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Yeah, tell me about it, this is time number three in dating an agent," Times one and two were with Natasha and Bobbi. "But I dunno, this time feels different, we talk about shit, we're open with each other, even the stuff we can't talk about," he says before turning to the plate. "Except for the start of this last mission, that was a mistake, she should have told me about it, but we know that for the next time." So hopefully Clint wouldn't be trying to crawl into a bottle again.

"No clue, they added Rogue to it last time I checked, so there must be someone. Had pics too. Maybe she knows," he says about their new recruit. Speaking of new hero types. "What the deal with this Drake guy, by the way? I've been so out of the loop lately," he says.

He grins about the blowing up, pointing at Tony with his last strip of bacon. "Good," he says. "And I'd have saved your life even if you weren't going to blow up. I mean, I'd get to lord that over you forever."

He grins, "Fair point. Tonight it is."

Iron Man has posed:
"We can just cancel out one of the times I've saved YOUR butt. That I never mention." Hardly. Tony loves to do that.

"Drake? A little bit star-struck yet, it was more a project to save his life at the outset, he's got some serious issue there, but. I don't /think/ he wants to be an Avenger, but may just be that he's young and shy yet. He has some kind of speed or teleporting thing going on, which, lacking Quicksilver, isn't the worst thing for us, if he does shape up into something. I think a few of the others were checking him over," Tony continues. "I don't want to pull in a kid that's unprepared into something serious." A shrug.

"Speaking of that, expecting Thor tonight. We should take him. THAT will be either the best or worst idea that I've had here in Vegas yet," Tony chuckles some. "Rhodey can watch him," Tony snickers. And starts to get up. "Welp. Time to show more people how healthy I am. Come on down to the tables when you like," Tony invites openly. The secret mission of Vegas, it shows up: Tony showing he's not injured.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Heh, which times are those? I am pretty sure you've mentioned /all/ the ones I can remember." Yeah, Tony may have brought them up a time or two, not like Clint has been any different.

"Was just curious, but yeah, if the kid's not ready then, best he stays in the JV leagues, before he's off saving the world with us, I'd have said the same for Rogue, but she's got a copy of Carol in her brain," he smirks at that, the weird shit you find as an Avenger right? "Anyhow if he does want to go the hero route, I know some guys downtown trying to clean up the streets, they're mostly the swords and kung-fu type, but they might could use a speedster."

That brings something else to mind, "Oh got another guy with a problem, we may end up looking at. Mon-El, one of those guys from the future hanging out up in space. Trying to get his memories, back, going to throw him SHIELD's way first, but if they can't do it, may need to bring him by the Avengers brain trust."

Clint grins broadly. "Thor's coming to Vegas? Hell yeah we need to bring him to the show." He laughs. "And yeah, totally stick him with Rhodes."

"Wait, so all this isn't just to show us a good time? I'm hurt!" he teases. Really though, that was clever as hell and it has Clint grinning. "And yeah, going to finish this, shower then I'll be right down, try not to bust out the casino before I get there."

Iron Man has posed:
"Mon-El helped us with the tech, I'd like to pick apart his brain more, bring him in," Tony welcomes it. He's been networking aplenty anyway, this is fine.

As Tony showered earlier, part of the painful attempt to not have hammers in his brain from the hangover, he's more ready. So he'll be down first, for sure, after he changes his clothes again to be more appropriate to getting his picture taken 90,000 times. "Dress to impress, more photos will be taken," Tony warns Clint. "Mostly of me, but I need my backup dancers looking good," Tony clarifies. "And if you are honestly having a good time, it's more convincing in pictures."

Tony gives an obnoxious wink and heads off to his suite. "Just keep up!"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods, "I'll give him a call, he's helping me with something SHIELD-side when I get back anyways," he says.

"Heh. Have you seen my wardrobe?" he asks before amending. "Though I maaay have seen that coming and looted a few of those JVD freebies Jan's leaves for us at the mansion. I'll be on point, or whatever it is people say now."

Snorting at the wink, Clint says, "Yeah, see you down there," and digs into his breakfast.