4020/Top Ramen

Top Ramen
Date of Scene:	07 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint felt very proud of himself for thinking of this date idea. Indeed, he'd been smirking, that smug smirk of his when he'd asked Skye, "Hey, Keyboard, you want to go out tonight?" Yeah, the look, the tone, all of it says he has //plans//.

That look didn't change as the piled into the cab out front of their Brownstone. Yeah, Gretel, Skye's van/first apartment was back out of SHIELD impound, but this was New York, you didn't drive anywhere that was actually in the city, that was what cabs and the subway was for.

"Okay, fine, I can give you one hint," he says as they slip into the back seat of the cab. It wasn't 'their' cab, so, //that// wasn't his plan, but he still looks smug. "It's ethnic food." Yeah, it's New York, land of a thousand types of restaurant more than half of which could be called 'ethnic', really doesn't narrow it down.

"You'll see," he promises, still looking smug.

Quake has posed:
Oooooo, plans. That was always dangerous where they were concerned. Especially without an escort. And as far as Skye could tell, May wasn't coming with them. Darcy, however, never counted as an escort. She was most certainly a multiplier in their life.

Put Skye and Clint into a room and they'd find a way to misbehave, however innocuous. Put Darcy with them, and the place could fair implodde with misbehave.

She noticed, once they were on the way, that it wasn't /their/ cab. Not that she was disappointed per se. Actually right now she was still trying to keep a low profile for the most part. She wasn't sure fooling around in the back of a taxi counted as low profile. But since it /wasn't/ their cab, it did make her wonder just what he was up to.

After all, he didn't even ask her to dress fancy.

"Riiiight, ethnic food." Skye smiled smugly. Ginos. Pizza. Frou-frou beer - which they were nearly out of as it happened. It was a terribly nice gesture on his part. And the kind of date she could get behind. "I can't possibly imagine where you're taking me."

Riiight, she couldn't. *insert eye rolling*

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Yeah, they were prone to trouble when they were together, but then that was one of he parts of them he loved. Even, so he's remarkably well-behaved in the back seat of the cab, except for that damned smirk of his. "Oh really?" he asks, turning to her with eyes dancing with mirth. "Want to bet on it?" he asks her.

See? Trouble and the cab had only just pulled away from the curb.

He reaches out though, resting a hand on her hand briefly before he lifts it and signs

~Missed you~ the expression coupled with the sign is soft and affectionate.

Quake has posed:
"A bet, huh? What kind of wager are we thinking?"

A smug Clint was a dangerous Clint. Smug is how they'd gotten into almost every bit of trouble they'd gotten up to on their own. And at least one fight. Not that Skye was worried about that. They'd learned how to fight with one another. She'd long ago lost her fear of that.

~Missed you too~ she signs back at him. Her fingers forming the words before her hand rejoins his, capturing it to hold it, thumb rubbing over his thumb. "The bed was too big."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Oh, right when have I ever had a plan?" Clint asks, grinning, squeezing Skye's hand with calloused fingers.

Smug was dangerous, but tonight Clint wasn't worried, as smug as he was about tonight, he doubted very much his surprise could hurt them.

He squeezes her hand again, "I know what you mean," he says about the bed. "Too cold as well."

He leans over and kisses her gently. "In case I haven't said it too many times yet, glad to have you back."

Quake has posed:
"Definitely too cold," Skye agrees. "Wasn't even anyone stealing my blankets."

Her nose crinkles in memory of those days and nights she'd spent apart from him with only those some few stolen evenings to get her through the whole ordeal.

When he kisses, she smiles. "So, really, where are you taking me? And if we're betting, what's the winner get?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint doesn't even protest that. Well not really. "Stealing's a bit harsh, I'm just so much bigger than you, I need more blankets," he teases. Yeah, a short joke, low (heh) blow, but it had been over a month he figures he's due.

"Nah no need to bet," he says with an easy smile. "And if you want to know I'll tell you, but it something we've had a fair bit, so I know you'll like it. Won't be like that fancy spot we tried."

Quake has posed:
Skye snorts. "Really? A short joke? AND justifying your bed hogging-blanket stealing ways? Wow. You are so picking up the tab at Gino's and I am so agreeing with him when he says I'm too good for you."

Skye smirks, looking entirely too smug she figures she's pegged it rightly.

"And we have a whole stack of extra blankets. At least I think we packed them." She's actually not sure. Not only has it been over a month now, but she used the 'is it here? does it fit in this box?' method of packing which meant all sorts of things were currently living with one another in boxes at their new house, some of which might never see the light of day again.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Well, if the blanket fits?" Clint offers about the short joke. He couldn't help himself. "And was already planning on paying, Keyboard."

Clint glances at the driver's GPS they'd be there soon, he grins.

"I know we had some, damned if I know where we put them though. I mean I was pulling dishes out of a box with my bow stuff the other day, so it might take a bit, but if we find them, we can each have our own set or something, if that makes you happy."

The cab pulls up to the curb. "We're here," Clint announces brightly.

The store isn't Gino's, the sign declares it 'Takano's Japanese Ramen'. Clint just grins.

Quake has posed:
"I told you we should have paid someone to pack for us," Skye says, shaking her head. "I lived in a van before SHIELD, Hotshot. And had the proverbial system kid garbage bag before then. You're lucky we're not both half naked and wearing each others clothes."

Which is absurd and silly, given that if they had enough clothes for each to be wearing each others, they could just wear their own out of that matching. It amust her to say it though.

"And hey, shouldn't we have turned off already if we're going to Gino's?"

Which is about when it occurs to her that they aren't going to Gino's. A suspicion that's further confirmed when the cab stops outside the Ramen joint. A thing that has her both grinning from ear to ear over the prospect (it's ramen after all!) and ready to slug him in the arm for making this horrible horrible joke.

She opts for pursing her lips over an amused line and mock-scowling. "Hahahaha. What did you do? pay someone to make that sign? Really, what's up?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Probably should have, but we had a lot going on, didn't really think about it," Clint says recalling those hectic days before the mission, which had been at least partly to blame for the slap-dash packing. Though, to be fair, had the packed any other time it would have had similar results. "And how would I wear your clothes?" he asks her with a smile.

Clint is still grinning when she turns back to him, and then he too bursts out laughing, though not for the same reasons. "You're joking? Wait, you're not," the grin on his face grows brighter as he pays the cabbie and gets out of the car. "C'mon, Keyboard, let me blow your mind."

He leads the way towards the restaurant.

Inside is a wonderland, most of it taken up by bar style seating, the rest little tables, but what's behind the bar, that counts, there a half-dozen cooks, are preparing giant bowls of fresh, wonderful smelling ramen, serving them up with long narrow plates of savoury smelling gyoza dumplings.

"Welcome to heaven, Keyboard," he says standing in the doorway.

Quake has posed:
"You'd look cute in a crop top," Skye deadpans, stepping out of the cab. "And what do you mean I'm joking? Unless you paid someone to make us packaged ramen for some great big welcome back joke as a dig at me, I'm lost. And hahaha. If this is because you heard I'm taking cooking lessons, then fine, you win. I mean, it's pretty impressive. Shit, wish I'd thought of it."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint smirks, "Nope. It's real, it's all real," he promises as he makes his way over to pair of seats at the bar that have been reserved. He talks briefly with one of the cooks, to confirm they're 'Barton party of two' before sitting down and ordering a couple of beers to start things off. "Seirously," he continues. "And wait, cooking lessons? When that happen?" he asks.