4321/Changeling: Memories of Hong Kong

Changeling: Memories of Hong Kong
Date of Scene:	24 April 2018
Location:	Hong Kong
Synopsis:	Clint and Skye arrive in Hong Kong to discover the suite May has booked and paif for for them.. they make plans for their trip.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake, Melinda May

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Fifteen hours and fifty minutes. That's how long they had been on the plane. Okay, maybe they were in first class, and they got off at Los Angeles to stretch their legs while the thing refueled, but that last leg, non-stop.

Then came the cab, for Skye, pocket-sized as she was, probably had no problem with the leg room as the tiny black cab sped along the Hong Kong streets. Naturally, Clint told her so.

Then it was to their hotel. The Peninsula Hong Kong, May had picked it out for them for their first night, all the arrangements made, it sounded nice enough but they hadn't had time to check it out before making the trip. So, when the cab pulls up in front of the towering bay side edifice of the hotel, Clint blinks and asks the guy, "You sure this is the right place?" but then there was the name outside the hotel. "Huh," Clint says, looking to Skye. "Um, so do we go in or just run now?" he asks her.

The Hotel:

Quake has posed:
First class was a nice touch. Skye had to resist the proverbial pinching herself to see if it was real. Instead, she assured herself by ordering drinks, and snacks, and hot towels. Even a blanket. Every time the stewardess or steward brought them something, Skye was the soul of politeness until they were gone, then it was all wide eyed grinning like they'd won some sort of obscure lottery.

"Hot. Towels. Just because. Like why? Who even needs these things?"

Yeah, Skye hasn't been on a commercial flight before. Ever.

The pocket sized her, indeed, has no problems with the cab, though she can't help snickering at Clint trying to look less uncomfortable than he is, as he folds himself up into the very tiny back seat of the compact car. "We should have made certain there was a car waiting for us," she grins at him. And it's entirely possible there was one sent.. not that they saw. But then again, they weren't looking.

When the cab pulls up outside *that* Edifice..

Skye just stands there and gapes. "Oh my god, Clint. There must be a mistake. May wouldn't have sent us to Chateau My Shit Doesn't Stink.. would she?"

She turns to look at him, a tiny bit side-eyed and terrified by the place. "Hey! Don't let the cab pull away, there has to be some mistake.." Only the thing was long gone, pulled off into the dense Hong Kong traffic and lost in the mill of other small, black, tourist carrying cars.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had enjoyed first class as well, he'd flown commercial before, hell he'd flown first class before, but half the fun was watching the glee writ on Skye's face with every little perk she discovered. He took a little bit of joy in pointing this thing or that thing out to her while enjoying the leg room and the free booze in tiny bottles. Both made the cab ride easier. Something told him he was going to have to get used to this and that most of China wasn't made for 6'3" white guys, even the parts that had been ruled by Britain for a hundred years like Hong Kong.

The hotel though, that was a shock. He looks up, waay up bags in hand. "That's the place May said, Peninsula Hong Kong, unless I wrote it down down wrong," he drops his bags with a thump and whips out his phone, double checking the notes he'd made. "Nope. Definitely this hotel."

Clint turns as the cab pulls away, joining in the waving, but it's too late the car is gone and looking at the press of traffic he wagered there was little hope of flagging another one down. "We have all our bags right?" he asks her, as he takes stock of his stuff. He only had two bags, but he double checks they're at hand. "And mistake or not, I think we're staying her tonight, might not be too bad, not like May'd book us the penthouse, she's not Tony."

Quake has posed:
Hong Kong was definitely /not/ made for six foot plus white men - even if Britain had occupied the place for a century. The place just wasn't made with the scope of Clint Barton in mind.

Skye checks her vital luggage: Laptop bag (carryon); one suitcase (half empty); Merida (special carrying case that they'd paid extra to have cleared and handled privately at the airport).

It was all there. All of it.

"Nothing missing." Her brow furrows up. "May did not send us here." Then, more insistantly, and frantically, "Why would she send us here? There must be another Penninsula? Like across the road or something?"

Only she knew, as did he, that there /wasn't/ another. The place was perched on its own little patch of waterfront, with nothing but space around it. An anomally in a place where space was a premium.

"Of course she's not Tony! But where's she got money like this anyway? There has to be a mistake."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
For Clint's part he just had his bag with his clothing and his bow bag with Reggie tucked away in it. Both of those he hefts, throwing the one with Reggie on his back. "All good here too," he says of his stuff glancing around just in case there was another hotel. There wasn't.

"Looks like she did," Clint says of May sending them there. "And no idea where she got the money. Maybe someone owed her a favour or we've got an inside room next to the broom closet, but either way, only way to find out is go inside," he gives Skye a look. "You good with that?" he asks her.

Quake has posed:
Skye gives Clint a *very* pained look. "Do I look good with that?"

Still, it's not like they have anywhere else they can park their butts for the evening.

She gathers her things, having packed lighter than he had when all was said and done - unless you counted the laptop, which they'd have to pry from her cold, dead hands before she'd have left it behind.

"You get to talk to the people at the desk."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint smirks faintly, "You always look good," he counters completely dodging the point. "Come on," he says leading the way into the hotel past the brass panel doors into the palatial lobby. He'd been to places like this for work before, so he put on his field agent face and strode right by the great and good of Hong Kong despite being dressed in a black and purple biker jacket, t-shirt, and jeans. Nobody said he had to be fancy!

Still, as they pass a Tiffany's jewelers in the freaking lobby, he lets out a low whistle and says as an aside to Skye, "Helluva place," he says. "Also, good thing Darce isn't here to see the jewelry shop, she'd be making all the suggestions right now."

Quake has posed:
Skye hip-checks Clint over the 'you always look good' comment, though at her height it's more a hip-to-thigh check. Still, her point should get across.

"Already sleeping with you, Hotshot. You don't have to sell it."

Whatever other snark might have left her mouth dies upon her lips as they enter the lobby and the wall of expensive shops, as well as puerfectly curated air hits them.

"Holy fucking shit." Darce would crap her pants, and then announce it to everyone within hearing distance that the pair were on their honeymoon. "Don't say such things out loud. I'm not sure she can't hear them at this distance."

Melinda May has posed:
The prim and professional-looking woman at the desk looks up at the two Americans as they enter the lobby, and waits until they are within comfortable speaking distance before greeting them. "Welcome to the Peninsula." Her English is flawless and her accent BBC newsreader quality British. If she's in any perturbed by the casual attire of the pair, she's far to professional to let it show. "How may I help you?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint hip-checks Skye back and makes his way into the hotel. Inside at Skye's declaration he laughs, "She totally would, and hey, if she can hear us all the way out here, then stop giving her ideas." Another hip check is thrown her way.

At the desk he greets the woman with a smile, and produces his passport. "Clint Barton and Skye Johnson here to check in, we're not sure who's name the reservation is under."

Quake has posed:
Skye protests the return hip-check, mild as it is. She's a lot less built than Clint, and it causes her to stumble a step, such that when they get to the counter, she has to catch it for balance.

Of course the mid-chest height, cherry-wood, elongated reception desk only goes to Clint's lower abdomen.

"Uh, it might be under Melinda May?"

Melinda May has posed:
The woman taps at her computer for a moment. "Mr. Barton and Ms. Johnson. Yes, your reserved room is ready for you." She gestures to one side, and a hotel attendant appears as if by magic.

"Please come this way," the attendant says, his English not quite as pristine as the woman at the desk but still perfectly comprehensible.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Right, it might be under that name too," Clint echoes Skye before the woman pulls up their reservation. "Oh, great, thank you," he says to the lady at the desk before he gives Skye, an 'okay here we go' look before saying to the attendant "Lead the way!" trying to cover his nerves with an overabundance of enthusiasm.

Quake has posed:
Skye nearly has an appoplectic fit when not only the attendant appears, but bellboy as well, complete with luggage rack, appears out of seeming nowhere, all to escort the pair to their room. And while the attendant speaks english, the bellhop does not, creating a small moment of tension when Skye at first does not want to part with her bow, and then further refuses to part with her laptop.

"I keep thinking there will be someone popping out with a camera saying 'gotcha' anytime now."

Except it was May who had made the arrangements, and May didn't play those games. Which meant the pair had a room in this ostentatious place for some reason only known to the senior Agent.

Melinda May has posed:
The couple are led to the elevators, and the lift spends a good several seconds conveying them to the 25th floor. The attendant and the bellboy then lead them to one of the doors in the hallway, and open the door with a keycard which is then offered to Clint. "If you have any questions or requests, you may ring the lobby at any time. Please enjoy your stay." And he gestures for them to enter the room.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint gives over his stuff more easily having done this song of dance before and offers Skye a quiet, "It's fine," as he hands over Reggie to the care of a bellboy.

Her comment about someone jumping out with a camera gets a chuckle, "Wouldn't put it past Tony," he says. "You did spend his lunch money on our party."

Then they're at the room, he takes the card from the attendant and with a glance back at Skye he slips the card in the lock and then steps aside, he gestures towards the door, "Ladies first," he says, letting Skye be the one to see what it was they got.

Quake has posed:
"I bought all the things he said to with it," Skye mutters contrarily. "Besides, it was kind of a joke spending it."

Clint might say it's okay, but she still holds onto her laptop. If only for protection. When they'd done the Vegas stint she'd been too out of it to notice all of this claptrap, and frankly, that was probably a good thing. Without her little black dress (and even with it), she was distinctly out of her element, and it showed.

But she's having none of the ladies first business, not after taking a peek. She steps back. "Nuh-uh. I am not breaking that room."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint lets out a good-natured sigh and rolls his eyes. "Fine!" he says and leads the way into the room. "Let's see what we've got here."

Melinda May has posed:
The room is, simply put, stunningly elegant. Everything is clean off-white edged in or accented with black, and perched in the bowl of fruit on the table by the window looking out over the harbor is a white note card.

Written inside the note card in an elegant black script is, "Consider this your birthday and Christmas gifts for the next three years. Enjoy, May"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Stepping deeper into the room Clint turns a slow circle and lets out a low whistle. The place was immaculate to the point he was worried he might be getting it dirty just by standing there. The walls were white but painted with a branch of pink cherry blossoms one per wall, each unique and tastefully done, the sheets of the bed through the corridor were white, the couch and chairs were white, it had all the appearance of a modern day Chinese palace. He stops his turn when he's facing Skye. "So, what do you think?" he asks, suspecting he might know the answer already."

Quake has posed:
Skye cautiously follows Clint into the room, their baggage already offloaded and the bellhop tipped.

"What is this place," she mutters, looking around. "It looks like someone barfed a clean-room in here."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint can't help but chuckle at the description. It's very Skye. "That's about right," he agrees before he moves to the windows and after some fiddling he manages to find the cords to pull open the blinds. On the card the attendant gave him it had said Harbour View Suite, he could see why now as the blinds pulled back and delivered on the name. The tall towers and bustling port of Hong Kong was laid out in front of them. "At least they puked it into a room with a view," he says, smiling back from the window. It looked like there were more windows of the same size all along the outside wall of the suite.

He beckons her over to join him by the window, lifting his arm so she could slide under it if she wished, "This place going to be alright?" he asks.

Quake has posed:
Skye leaves their luggage be (truth be known, she's not sure yet if they're not just going to pick up their things and flee) and crosses the room to slip underneath Clint's arm and nestle in close to him. She spends a long few moments looking out over the harbour.

"It is pretty, isn't it?"

And overwhelming in some ways. Other than her small stay in Madripoor - and even that she hadn't had to fly to get to - she'd never really been anywhere else but the States. And even then, really only her one visit to Las Vegas outside of New York.

She didn't count training missions. None of them had been for pleasure, or for any extended periods.

This, however, was a whole different thing. "It's kinda.. like aren't you a little afraid to touch things in here? Like we've somehow walked into the display suite, or some fancy magazine display?"

She fingers the card May had left with the suite, looking at the message there. "Pretty damn nice of her." Skye looks up at Clint. "She's family, huh?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint rests his arm on Skye's shoulders when she nestles against him. He takes a long slow breath then enjoying the view and the company after a long day to get here.

"Very," Clint says. "Not bad for a couple of system kids."

He'd been all over for missions, stayed in fancy hotels, heck, he and Nat had ruined a few in gun fights with badguys, but, it felt different now that he was here for fun, with Skye.

Her comment has him glancing around the room, "Yeah, a little bit," he says. "Like the moment we actually touch something someone's going to come bursting in here and slap our hands. We've got the place for two days, so, while I figure we're going to have to touch something, sooner or later or we're not going to get any sleep," he says, before adding, "And not in a good way."

Then his eyes fall on the card and he smiles, "She definitely is, best Mom I've ever had, that's for sure. We should do something for her when we get back. Not sure what, but something."

Quake has posed:
Skye nods, turning the card over and about in her fingers. "You know, Fury asked me when I was bumped to a Junior Agent, who I wanted as my SO. I was all smart mouthed and said why did I have to choose.. but she really stepped up. I don't know I'd have done as well at SHIELD as I did without her."

Skye gives Clint a crooked little grin as she says it, emotion welling up in the expression before she pushes it away with a comment meant to break the sentimental mood, "I just don't know where we're going to go to use the bathroom. I mean, you think touching things is bad, can you imagine taking a dump here?"

She tilts her head up at him. "Maybe something nice for her while we're here. To take back with us."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods, "She did a lot to help me when I was coming up in SHIELD too," he admits. "Coulson was my SO, but he was always working with May so I saw her a lot, she had good advice," he tilts his head, "Hard to take advice at time but good advice. Mostly about getting my head out of my ass and focusing on the mission. Glad she helped you too," he says Skye's shoulders a squeeze.

Then like her he deflects from sentiment with humour, chuckling. "Well, we could break the place in and after that I'm sure taking a dump in the place will seem tame," he teases. "Though, if May's our SHIELD Mom does that make it incest?"

He chuckles then nods, "Good plan, not sure what to get her but maybe we'll see something on the road."

Quake has posed:
"Ewwww," Skye laughs at Clint, elbowing him. "Why would you even bring something like that up? Incest?" She grins. "Come on, let's unpack. Or at least crumple something before I have to run out of here screaming. I mean, it's gorgeous, but not really terribly us, is it?"

But she understood the sentiment.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Just talked myself out of getting some didn't I?" Clint laughs as he's elbowed. "And sure, let's get this place looking a bit more us."

Without another word he kicks off his shoes and makes a run for the bed, leaping at the last minute so he lands with the squeeking of bedsprings and the gentle POOF of his body hitting the comforter. His arms spread wide he does a couple of bed angels, just to make sure their mark was good and made on this room. Afterwards he sits up and adjusts his hair. "Well I made mark, your turn Keyboard," he says before adding with a grin. "And yes, I am twelve, shut up."

Quake has posed:
Skye at least returns the card to the bowl before grabbing up pieces of fruit (the non squishy kind!) and lobbing them at Clint where he is in the bed. "How's this?"

After a a few lobss, she picks up a last piece and goes to join him on the bed, crawling up it in lieu of his flying leap, coming to lie down beside him.

"Oh, odds are pretty good you'll get some at some point on this trip." She sighs happily. "This is all so weird. I mean us, here. Not just this room. Though that's weird, too. Not sure why May picked something so nice for us." Though it's slowly occurring to her that it might have something to do with not only a recognition of how Skye's life was about to change, but also, possibly, a statement on the fact that the pair *deserved* such things, even if they were just couple of system kids.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint ducks one of the pieces of fruit, then grabs one out of the air, only to have a third one hit him in the chest with a thump. "Good shot," he says before he nods adding. "And much better."

He shifts over when she joins him and he stretches out beside her. "Phew," he says throwing and catching the pear her caught before he bites into it. "Added bonus, these aren't wax," he says with his mouthful.

The sigh draws his attention and as he swallows down his mouthful of pear and wipes his lips with the back of his hand he says, "And yeah, was thinking the same sort of thing," he says. "Like, wow we're here, we have time off, annnd now what do we do?"

There's nod for the room as well. "I dunno, but it's May she does things for a reason even if we don't see it. Though, who knows maybe it was just to mess with us, she saw how we were about Lara's place when she first offered it to us. Maybe she thought we needed to learn to get used to nice things."

Quake has posed:
Skye nods to herself as she listens to him. Her own fruit is a perfectly ripe nectarine tht dribbles juice when she bites into it. "Mmmph, maybe?" But it does fit into the thoughts she's forming. "I mean, we say it all the time, how we're just system kids, like we don't even deserve one another, you know?"

She looks over at him. "What if we do? I mean, what if we deserve good things too?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Head turned, Clint spies one of the dribbles and catches it with a finger tip sucking it off the tip while he listens.

"Yeah," he agrees as he rolls back up towards the ceiling and takes a bite of his pear. "Pretty standard stuff for us," he says, meaning both them and system kids as a whole.

His head tilts back to look at her when she does the same, he mulls that over. He'd done a lot in his life to earn his self-hatred and then had things done to him besides, but then there was Skye, he'd learned to believe that he deserved her if nothing else, maybe there was room for more.

"Scares the hell out of me to think about it, but, yeah, maybe we do," he says after a moment's thought.

Quake has posed:
She grins when his fingertip catches that dribble and is sucked off. Eyes caught with a little gleam.

"Yeah. Wondering if that was Fury's point, too. You know? I mean, okay, so say SHIELD fucked up with me, he still didn't have to do all he's done. All of this.."

She looks about the room, which although May paid for it, it was still a symbol of this entire trip: the fact that Skye was worth something. The scrawny little orphan kid who'd been found in rubble under uncertain circumstances, was... worth this. And not only this, everything SHIELD had done for her.

It wasn't just terrifying, it was humbling.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint grins back, his eyes giving the same sort of gleam. "All out of dribbles at the moment, but the next one is yours," he says before biting into his pear.

Clint can't argue that there might not be some element of that in Fury giving us this time. That it was more than just amends for past mistake but a message about Skye's future. Their future.

"Yeah, this is above and beyond," he admits. "I've never seen the boss be this generous with time off,"he bites his lip absently. "Think he's sending the same message, that we're ready for more? In our lives, not just in SHIELD."

Quake has posed:
Skye pauses, nectarine midway to lips. "Not sure I follow. In our lives? Like maybe a message about.. what?" All she can come up with are house and marriage. "Totally generous. I don't even think there's a return to work date on either of us."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"That we deserve more than what we think we do," Clint supplies. "I guess we're already living it, what with us living together and having the house back home," he thinks about his meaning. "What I think he's saying is that with SHIELD and in the rest of our lives the sky's the limit."

A smirk. "Pun not intended."

"Also, if it is a message, maybe it's saying we don't have to live our lives as system kids, maybe we can move on and live life as Avengers or SHIELD agents and don't have to drag group homes, bad circuses and the rest of that crap behind us anymore."

He smiles, then, turning over on his side. "Or he's just giving us enough time to make us go away," he says with a chuckle. "Before now, I'd be sure that was what he was doing with me."

Quake has posed:
Skye shifts position so that she's straddling his hips, facing him. "You really think Fury was trying to get rid of you?"

She takes another bite of her nectarine and chews thoughtfully.

"It's kinda hard not to think about our past, huh? I mean, it wasn't much, but it was kind of a shield against things."

/Was/, not /Is/.

"It's going to be weird finding out who I really am. I mean, on the one hand maybe this is all we don't have to be our pasts, but on the other hand, isn't that what this is all about? My past?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint chuckles as Skye straddles his hips. "At the time, definitely, now, no, I know better, but a couple of years ago, when I was all grumpy about SHIELD and barking at him all the time, I'd have taken no return date to mean, get the hell out of here Barton."

"Yeah, it did give us protection, and a place to fall back to for safety, hell that's half the reason we developed the habits we did in the system to protect ourselves. But yeah, maybe we don't needs them so much any more."

Clint shakes his head as he reaches up to wipe up a bit of nectarine dribble with a finger, "It's your past, but not really," he says offering up the finger. "It's new material, and maybe it doesn't apply any more than being a system kid does, but maybe it's the stuff you can use to build a foundation for the real you. I mean you got the system's kid dream right here, Skye, the past you knew isn't your past."

Quake has posed:
Skye leans and licks the juice off of his finger.

"I can see that," she nods, lifting her head, dribble licked clean and cleaner still. "Not sure I'd have known what to do with no return date before this."

She gives a crooked little grin to him. "Isn't this all just weird? I'm not even sure it's happening to me. And if we go back and I decide not to pursue it, it stays buried." Skye looks thoughtful, "Sometimes I think about that. About what it would be like to pretend I don't know the bits I already know. Just went back to being that unknown system kid and living that life."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint grins as the juice is licked from his finger, shifting on the bed as he does. "Probably freaked out same as me. Maybe bought a van."

He diverts briefly to say, "We should totally rent a van when we hit the mainland," he says, before he goes back to the conversation at hand.

"Would you be happy with that?" Clint asks. "Pretending or would the stuff you don't know just keep eating at you until you can't ignore it any more?" he asks.

Quake has posed:
"Don't need to buy a van," Skye points out, leaning down to give him a quick kiss, her lips tasting of fruit juices. "Already have one. But that mainland thing sounds like a pretty good deal. They're probably small, too, you know. I don't think they make them your size here."

She looks sober about the other, though.

"I don't know," she admits quietly. "I'd pretend I was happy? I mean, I guess I've lived my whole life unhappy about it. Not sure if knowing the answer is the answer, but at least I'll know what I'm unhappy about?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The kiss is returned and savoured and not just for the fruit juices on her lips. When she breaks it and leans back up again, Clint slips a hand under his head and looks up at her taking another bite of his pear while she talks.

Swallowing down the fruit, he replies, "In my head this is before we found Gretel again," he explains about her buying one. "And what isn't too small for me, I'd say it's like the whole place is made for you, but it sort of is," he says. "Guess you'll have to do most of the driving, unless we can find something with leg room."

"That problem sounds typically us," he says with a faint smile. "If it were me I'd want to know what I have to be unhappy about. Besides, it could break pattern and be good news for a change."

Quake has posed:
Skye bites her lower lip and grins at him. "Hey, is that a me joke? You know, being born here and all?" Well, not here, here, but since Hong Kong's return to China, it counted. "I'll drive, but no backseat driver comments, huh?"

She munches more nectarine, before nodding and agreeing. "Yeah. That's what I decided. I might not like what I find out, but it will at least be me. I mean, really me."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Might be," Clint says grinning up at her. "And yeah, that was the joke, what with us being in your home country and all," he says, expecting that was as weird to hear as it was to say. "Weird huh?" he offers.

"Yeah," he nods. "Definitely better to know, so, any theories while you mulled things over? Who you are? What happened?" he asks her.

Quake has posed:
Skye wrinkles her nose. "It's really weird to hear and say. I mean, we're here, and this is my home. Where I was born. Well, you know, not *here*, but kind of?" A pause. "Clint? How would you feel about maybe.. ah, nevermind."

She brushes whatever it is aside.

"No theories," she admits. "Just a lot of things that scare me. I mean that bloodwork alone. I try not to look at people differently and think I'm not one of you, but sometimes I get this fist in my gut that says it's true. That I'm not. I think maybe knowing might help with that."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods, "I can imagine it's weird, seeing a new place and learning it's somewhere you're from," he says. "And feel about what, Ketyboard?"

"I can imagine," Clint says, "And besides it's just markers, it's not even the X-Gene, as far as I'm concerned you're still as human as you were before you heard about them," he says. "But if it were me I'd want to know too."

Quake has posed:
"It's enough Fury flagged it." Skye remarks quietly. "Enough he didn't tell Security Council, or even Maria Hill. It's level 10, Clint. It's not.. good, whatever it is."

The rest of her fruit is set down on the end table and she uunstraddles him, opting to lie beside him now, on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"I was just wondering if maybe we could extend the visit from Hong Kong and maybe go see where I was born."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"True," Clint concedes. Why hide if it wasn't something serious. "Doesn't mean it's bad exactly, just unique and important...somehow."

He helps her off of him and then, grabbing his pear, he sits up slightly to glance at the garbage can across the room and falls back onto the bed, bullseying the garbage can. He smiles faintly.

When she mentions going to where she was born, Clint sits up. "Yeah, we can do that," he says without hesitation. "Had SigInt give me maps and photos and everything," he shrugs. "Figured it might come up."

Quake has posed:
Skye gives him a look caught between 'damn you' and 'fuck I love you' when he mentions what he's done. "You did, huh? Fuck, Hotshot, what'd I do to deserve you? And yeah, it came up. I want to know."

She exhales a long, slow breath. "I don't know about the unique and important, but I'd still like to see where I was born. I never thought I'd get that."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The look somewhere between damning and loving him is met with a grin, "Something good, obviously," he says rolling onto his side. "Glad, definitely think knowing is the best choice."

He nods, "We can definitely make that happen," Clint says. "I checked the maps and satellite images, there's a village at the spot, so, there's something there to see. I'll show you the pics later," he says before he leans over and claims a longer, slower kiss from her lips. When he's pulled back again, he asks, "Sound good?"

Quake has posed:
"Sounds very good," Skye tells him between the kisses. There isn't going to be just one kiss. "The village I was born in was destroyed. But maybe they found things when they rebuilt."

She smiles at him cupping his face. "So, how do we feel about beds?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint returns the kisses, "Or people came back to the ruins and rebuilt," he offers as another possible link to the past.

That last question gets a laugh and a kiss, "I'm generally," he kisses her again. "In favour." A third kiss follows, "Are you suggesting we give this one a try?"

Quake has posed:
"Mmmm," Skye grins. "Possibly in favour of checking out the bed. Since we're here and all. Pretty sure we owe it to May."