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Clint Barton	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.
Skye Johnson	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*
Clint Barton	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.
Skye Johnson	"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."
Clint Barton	"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."
Skye Johnson	"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?"
Clint Barton	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."
Skye Johnson	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.
Clint Barton	"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.
Skye Johnson	"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?"
Clint Barton	"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.
Skye Johnson	"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."
Clint Barton	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.
Skye Johnson	Oh, right. The cooking lessons were a secret. She'd forgotten that. Ooops. "Cooking lessons?" Skye crinkled her nose at him. "As if. But seriously, there's whole places that sell just ramen? Like that's crazy. I mean, I know I like the stuff, but it's not gourmet, and what, they buy up boxes of the packets and sell it?" She just shakes her head. "Kinda wow, to think a person'll pay someone else to heat up water for you just to not have to do it yourself..." And then she sees inside. Skye just stops dead and stares. "Holy shit. What the hell is this place?" All of it seems a little surreal to the young woman. Noodles. A whole place devoted to noodles (you'd think she hadn't heard of Italian restaurants at this rate, but she had). And not only noodles, but it looked by sight and smell, like a variety of ways to serve them to you that made her stomach rumble and her mouth water - things the packaged variety hadn't ever accomplished.
Clint Barton	Clint isn't as easily fooled as all that so offers a skeptical, "Uh-huh," at Skye's protestations. "So, is May your teacher or what?" he asks smiling before he shakes his head. "You know the stuff in the packets isn't re-" he stops. "C'mon better if I show you." He walks inside and holds the door for her. He reaction just earns a big ass grin. "It's like I said, a ramen shop, a real one. They make the noodles and the gyoza on site, fancy it up with all sorts of things and then serve it to you in a bowl big enough to swim in." As he says that a waitress walks past with two of those big bowls on the tray. They look heavy, hot, and oh-so good. "So, mind blown yet?" he asks, putting an arm around her shoulders.
Skye Johnson	Skye's nose remains a crinkle. "No. Not May." Much as Skye and May got on, that wasn't even on the table. At least not yet. Maybe in the future. "I paid someone - a professional someone - to give me lessons. Just the basics. Things like pot roast and roast chicken and pasta." Even if May had already started the pasta lessons. "And shut up. You weren't supposed to find out until I surprised you." She sounds vaguely disappointed by her slip. Though he didn't know about the piece-de-resistance, which was pizza with Gino! And of course her mind was blown by the place. Looking around she really can't believe what she's seeing. When Clint's arm reaches about her shoulder, she looks up at him with a goofy smile. "You really do love me, don't you?" Like that had ever been in question.
Clint Barton	Clint grins down at her, god he loved her, he answers with a brief but heartfelt kiss, "I do," he says, "But do you love me, what with you sneaking off paying professionals" he teases. "Oh wait that was for cooking, I was thinking of something else." Yeah he might be spending too much time with Tony. He gives her shoulders a little squeeze of a hug before the hostess comes up, a little bashful of the couples' PDA, but seats them at their reserved spot at the bar all the same. Clint pulls out a stool for Skye, all teasingly gentlemanly. Assuming there will be snark coming for that, he grins. Though once seating has been sorted out and drinks have been ordered, they're left to chat and ponder menus. "All joking aside, you getting cooking lessons, whether for you or for me or for us, it's really sweet, and if it helps any I am really good at acting surprised."
Skye Johnson	Oh, that professionals remark earns Clint an elbow to the side. "So not what I mean. And you're just jealous Lara taught me my amazing archery form." Totally swinging the joking all the way around in that good-natured way that they have. "Besides, those monitor nights are long and lonely..." She waits for it, expecting retaliation. When he pulls out the stool for her she stares at it. "Really? Really?" As much confused as to what to do about it all as she is put out that he would pull a seat out for her. It's not in her repertoire of things she's familiar with, or things others have done for her in the past. She finally does take the seat, looking out of place still for the doing so. But it's covered over in ordering drinks, and pondering the menu. "So what's this gyoza anyway? And the lessons were kinda for you and kinda for us. They were my idea, but May said I better, that I owed it to you after the stunt I pulled on the mission." The sheer number of choices on the menu have her shaking her head and putting it down. "Can you order? Or do they do that thing where the chef makes you his special just for you? I can't even begin to decide. There's just too many to choose from." Yes. Skye just said that there was too much ramen.
Clint Barton	Clint oversells that elbow with an 'oof' before he looks skyward laughing. "Ouch, that /actually/ hurt," he laughs about the Lara dig. "Hit me where I live why don't you." He gives a shake of his head before she makes that other comment. "Ah, so that's what you get up to then?" he asks. "Well, you cooould join me, or maybe having our own giant canopied bed has robbed the Mansion of its appeal?" The pulled out chair situation is handled easily, "It won't bite, but, if you'd rather," he makes a show of preparing to sit, knowing these things were best sheathed in humour. "Little fried dumplings, really, really good," Clint says as he picks up the menu to have a look, though it doesn't stay off the bar long, Clint sets it down and puts his hand on Skye's. "Skye, you don't have to make that up to me," he says seeking her eyes with his own. "I've forgiven you, and I know you did it because you thought it was the right thing at the time," he gives her hand a squeeze. "That said, cooking lessons for me and us? Won't say no to that." Clint did notice. "Sort of harder when it's not just chicken powder or beef powder, huh?" he asks as he turns the menu over. "Aha! They've got a build your own thing on the back. Just pick what you want and they'll sort you out."
Skye Johnson	"Bah. You know damn well you can teach me anytime you want, Hotshot." And it was true. While most couples fought while doing such things together, Clint and Skye just weren't most couples. They actually made a solid working team. Even if his work wife *was* Natasha. "And noooo, the four poster bed hasn't ruined me, though someone isn't hogging all the blankets when you're off on Avenger duty." Skye takes the seat he pulled out. "I just figured you were busy working and wouldn't want me there with you, distracting you. Though I guess the folks there kinda figure I'm your girlfriend now and not going away, huh?" The menu though, even with Clint pointing out the 'build your own' is just too many options for someone who hasn't had real ramen before. Skye just holds up her hands in defeat. "Nah. Just going to let them make me whatever they want. And I know I don't owe it you, but I promised May even before you found out what was really going on. Before you and I talked." Skye grins. "She gave me that evil eyed calm stare she has. The one that says you better not disappoint me. Complete with telling me damn straight I was going to take lessons and make it up to you. And maybe it's time. I mean I have a real job. And a home. And a man. Oh, and you." Teasing.
Clint Barton	"I know," Clint says, "But it's fun breaking you of all the bad habits Lara is teaching you," he teases. Though really, Lara was doing a good job with teaching Skye even if he and Skye worked well together. "Well, to a certain value of working," Clint says of monitor duty, knowing full well last monitor duty he'd spent a lot of it playing cards and video games down in the game room. With Tony's AI's and Vision around, monitor duty was more about being on hand and ready to go, even if they did have time scheduled in front of the monitors as well. "It's fine if you visit, the team likes you, so you'd be totally fine to hang out and goof off with us," he pauses and coughs, "I mean, work diligently to save the world." He even puts his hands on his hips like they do in the comics. He shakes his head. The bit about the promise to May is accepted easily. "Well if she gave you the stare, there's no choice, got to do it," he says before laughing, "Who's this man? I should probably meet him. The jerk." A waitress comes by with their drinks, Clint cracking the lid of his Sapporo and taking a drink, "I'll have the Big City ramen and the lady," he looks to Skye to fill in the blank.
Skye Johnson	"She is so not teaching me bad habits. If she were you'd have been on it ages ago. I'm so telling her you said that, too." Skye laughs. "And fine, I'll go with you next monitor night. Just didn't want to butt in, you know? Besides, all that purple in your room - why did I decide to go out with you again?" Funnily enough she didn't know about the purple then. And his apartment wasn't quite as gaudy as his room at the Mansion "Oh, he's a jerk, but he's good in bed. I only keep him for that," Skye says without cracking a smile. Even if her eyes are dancing with mirth. "Don't worry. He hogs the covers too. Not trading you in, yet." Even if she suspects were she ever serious about that a number of people would likely hunt the two of them down and put them in a room together until they were talking sense. Or, you know, in the case of Nat, quite possibly accidentally shooting Skye. On purpose. For reasons. Skye's order is simple: "Surprise me."
Clint Barton	"True," Clint says, "And seriously, she's doing a good job, your form has really come together nicely," he says, "And that's not a come on, but," he gives a look up and down. "Still accurate.' He grins smugly. "And great. But no dissing the purple, it's the colour of royalty," he says with a solemn nod. "Also it looks sort of cool. Doofy as my current outfit might look it's miles better than my circus one, which you will never, ever see." Of course how do you get Skye to insist on seeing something "And you're with me because I'm hot and semi-famous, obviously." "Well that's fair," Clint says keeping up the deadpan mostly with the help of his beer, though like her, his eyes give him away. "I mean we both know I'm no good there, plus the covers thing, sounds like this other guy's the way better deal," he reasons soberly. "But glad you're keeping me, I know it's trial for you." He smiles and downs a swallow of his beer, before saying to the waitress, "She means pack it with the hot stuff, oh and can you make the noodles out of wasabi?" he jokes. "Kidding, but we'll get a plate of those gyoza and some chicken karage to start. Thanks," he says before turning to Skye. "Nice place right? You should totally take your other guy here sometime."
Skye Johnson	"Oooo, you have an outfit you've been hiding from me?" Yeah. You should never, EVER, tell Skye she can't do a thing. It's almost like guaranteeing it shall happen. And in this case, it's like you've just chosen her next Halloween party costume for her. His commentary on being hot and famous makes her laugh. "As if. I didn't even know who the hell you were. Nice try. But your girlfriend. I hear she's hot and famous." If for all the wrong reasons. And maybe not so famous now that things were starting to die down a little. "You're much better in bed, though." Skye shakes her head at the waitress. "He's full of shit. Just make it good." For some value of good. "Like you'd make if it were for you." There, that should make it clearer. Her own beer is sipped. "Nah, don't think I'll bring my other guy here. He's got terrible manners. We're not allowed back in two establishments anymore, and one was damn near close to a strip joint to begin with."
Clint Barton	Clint was counting on Skye's curiosity, he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find it out, but hey, half their relationship was playfully messing with each other so, this fit. "What?" he asks. "Where'd you here that? Lies! Lies I tell you," he says before smiling. "Let the games begin." "I know, and that hurt me deeply," Clint says with a laugh. Though really it had been nice for him, her not knowing. He wasn't Tony Stark or anything, but, there had been women just into him for the famous thing. Finding out Skye wasn't one of them had been a relief even as it was humbling. "And still don't know how you didn't know," he teases. "And hot and infamous more like," he says smiling gently. He knew it was a sore subject even as he joked. "And thanks." He chuckles at her correction of his order for her. "Two establishments huh?" Clint says. "Huh, we still haven't been banned from one, need to step up our game." He says then, grins. "Oh wait, right the fancy place and the pool hall hmm, we could make it three, I am sure this place has a bathroom." He grins then and holds up his beer. "Before we get kicked out though," he jokes, "Welcome back home and congratulations on Level 4." With his free hand he reaches out and takes hold of hers.
Skye Johnson	"I have no clue how I didnt know," Skye quips, shaking her head. "Genus must have been on an Ironman bender then. And it's not like I paid any attention to that anyway." She shrugs. All things considered, for someone with her nose into the corporate world and outing all their secrets, she'd been pretty sheltered. It was almost amusing. Not to mention it had cemented things when it otherwise might have seemed she was just another fangirl. "Infamous, right," Skye scowls as she says it. "I mean, I don't mind so much. It's not the everyday people who make me upset about it. It's our own people. I still get dirty looks. Hell, even Bucky looked at me like he wasn't sure if he could trust me when I dropped in on Butch. Like for a whole five minutes he stood there like he wasn't sure I wasn't there to cause trouble or something. How do people get past that?" Her beer is contemplated quietly, then held up and her bottle clinked against his. "Damn Fury. Promoting me while I was too pissed at him to appreciate it at all. Skipped a whole level, too." Which makes her grin, remembering. "Not bad for the IT girl." "And," and here she levels Clint a very serious gaze, "You get us banned from here and I am taking up with that other guy. You can't bring me to a place dedicated to ramen and then get me kicked out of it for life. That's just cruel."
Clint Barton	"It happens, it's not like I had a press conference and said, 'I am Hawkeye'" Clint says. "Doubt anyone would show for that anyway." It wasn't self-pity just the truth. He was a minor celebrity but given how often Cap or Tony got mobbed, he could definitely live with the little pangs of jealousy that engendered. "Besides it was cute to see you all flustered when you found out," he adds smiling as he takes a swig from his beer. "Really? Bucky? Mr I killed people for the Russians and Hydra Barnes had an issue with what you did on the mission? I am going to have to rip off his metal arm and shove it up his ass for that. What an asshole," he shakes his head. "I figured you'd get shit from the straight arrows, but, not people who'd legitimately been on the dark side." He shakes his head. "Sorry about that Skye. As for what you do about it, just keep doing what you do for SHIELD. People are watching now, so, your work is going to get noticed. It was the same with me when I joined the Avengers, I was the ex-crook and SHIELD assassin as far as they knew, it took time to get their view to change, but I did it by being me and being good at being an Avenger," he says.setting down his beer. "I believed in their mission like you believe in SHIELD's it'll show through in your actions, trust me." "And yeah, he's got a habit of that doesn't he?" Clint says realizing it. "We should bill this meal to him," he jokes, before adding, "And if the meal doesn't help you enjoy the promotion, I am sure we can think of some other ways." The stern warning gets a smile, "Wasn't thinking /that/," he laughs. "And yeah, this place is too good to get booted from." He grabs the gyoza and the chicken karaage when it's handed over the bar setting it down in front of them. "So, they work out an official trainer for you?"
Skye Johnson	"No, no official trainer," Skye mutters, grabbing up a dumpling. With a fork. Because girl hasn't been shown any other way. Such bad manners! "I guess they're waiting for someone to call dibs, or figure you and May already took up the job." There"s a shrug of shoulders from the woman. "I'm new to this bit. Think I saw the field twice before Hammerfall. And one of those was that mission where you said my ass was cute. As for you," she stabs the air with her fork, chewing around a mouthful of dumpling, "where the hell was I going to find out about you, huh? First you were the asshole who made bad jokes, and then we were a thing. Didn't occur to me I needed to go spying on my boyfriend." There's that trademark crooked little grin. "Betcha we could expense this. And I gotta talk to Fury anyway. Maybe I'll drop the bill on his desk. Tell him he owes me. I think the bastard enjoys watching my brain catch up with the promotions while I'm seething at him. I mean, we've had whole conversations where I wasn't angry. didn't see him promoting me then, did you? Noooo." "Definitely too good to get kicked out of,"Skye agrees of the place now that shes tried some of the fare. And shes not even had the noodles yet!
Clint Barton	Clint nods, grabbing the chopsticks out of a little tin for himself and Skye, he tosses the paper wrapped sticks down by Skye then opens his. "What's your preference?" Clint asks. "I am sure either or May and I could make it happen." He removes the paper and breaks the sticks, the break is smooth and he smiles. He holds them up, "Hey look, good luck," he says, before he takes hold of them properly and snags a gyoza with them, dipping it in the sauce on the way to his mouth. He chews and swallows. "Anyhow, guess it depends on how into the whole sleeping with the hot teach thing you are," he teases. "Though, seriously, that might be a thing, I mean, if I did step up, are you going to be cool with me being your trainer?" he asks. Clint nods, "I dunno, where would a hacker find out information about someone...hmm, y'know, I'm stumped." There is a grin there. "And he definitely enjoys it, but hey wouldn't want his job so I guess he's due a bit of amusement at our expense, but I'll deny it if you tell him I said that," he takes a bit of the breaded chicken dipped in orange-red sauce and chews. "Mm,, yeah, waay too good to get kicked out of."
Skye Johnson	"If that's some sort of joke about where I was born, can it," Skye mutters, even as she tries to make her fingers do what his do with the chopsticks. She might be a good student in many things, but she may have to employ the rubberband and folded paper method of learning by the looks of things. "Bad luck, huh? Not like that's not been my life's motto so far." But she gets it. Coders had a lot of taboos and superstitions too. Though not many of them had to do with food or eating. "And you can watch if May agrees," Skye snorts. As if. "I always wondered if you'd looked me up. At least at first. Then again, I guess you wouldn't have bothered with me if you had. The Rising Tide connection had been in her public file. She was actually surprised so few had found out about that before Tidepool. Though it had made the mission go a lot smoother that they hadn't. "Fury and I kinda have an understanding about things. But he's still an ass. I need to talk to him about that file, though." After shed seen if Oracle had anything to add about it.
Clint Barton	Clint shakes his head, "No, hell I barely remember you weren't born here," he says, though it was new info, really. He watches wincing as she tries the chopsticks. "Getting better, but if you want use the fork, I'll bug you about chopsticks next time we get Chinese," he says. "And yep, there are a /lot/ of food taboos in Asia apparently, I know mostly because I've hit all of them at one time or another." "Honestly, had I seen it I still would have been interested," he says. "You were with SHIELD for one, and they don't just let anyone in here, and two, not like my record before SHIELD or during my first years is any cleaner. I've done stuff too," he says before adding. "I know I sort of freaked a bit when you told me, but it's only because of the surprise, had I seen it coming, it wouldn't have been a problem." He leans over and kisses her cheek, resting his hand on her shoulder. As for watching? He snorts. "As if is right." "Yeah, you should, I admit, I am curious. Though," he squeezes her shoulder. "Whatever's in it, you don't have to worry about me, you'll still be you to me and I'll still be right here."
Skye Johnson	"Oh, you are such an asshole," Skye laughs when he cracks the hacker joke. "I already told you it seemed creepy to look you up after we started dating. Like no. Just no. And besides, it was better this way. Everything we found out we found out together." She takes the shoving over of the chopsticks as a hint and sighs, rolling her eyes with extra emphasis to demonstrate just how hard done by she is as she take them out of the paper and snaps them apart. Not like she knows how to hold them, though, and after several tries to emulate his hands, she just takes a single stick and stabs a dumpling nibbling at it carefully. "Not sure. Think you can teach the hot chick you're sleeping with?" Skye grins right on back at him. "I'm fine with May, Hotshot. But I don't think working with you would be that big a deal. Might be better for protocol and stuff, but yeah. Not really my call, don't you think?" "Though I'd have to ask May if she minded sleeping with me. Hot teach and all." A little belated, but its there. "Don't tell him," Skye admits, "But I kinda like Fury. He's an asshole, but he's a good one."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs. "Yeah, I get you on the creepy thing, that's why I never looked up your file," he says. Of course he'd just have been able to find her public file, the other one, the one the RT had, that one was something else entirely. What he's thinking about shows on his face, but he doesn't bring it up, not right now while they're trying to celebrate. "Good thing my good luck cancels that out," he says. "Bad luck to stab food with those, Keyboard, to the Japanese a chopstick stuck in food looks like funeral incense, and death is bad luck," he explains. "Agent Katsumoto taught me that on a mission to Japan," he says. "I was stabbing the food there too." He smiles then reaches over to help show her how to use them to pinch the food. "I am sure Lara could teach you better form, but that's how you do it," he teases. "Yeah, protocol wise it might be better to go with May," he admits. "But totally down to help you practice what you learn," he says. "And can I watch?" he asks, so very teasing. "Yeah, me too. I spend most of my time pissed at him for things, but that's mostly who the job makes him be, but Fury, the guy, him I like."
Skye Johnson	"I know you're not going anywhere," Skye mutters, giving him a playful poke with her toe in his shin. "If you were you'd already have gone. Just, not sure if I'm ready to be that angry at him again. Or SHIELD. There's got to be a reason for it all, or everything I know about the place and the people is a fucking lie. And my gut tells me it's not. So I'm going with my gut. Just, I don't imagine they black out shit for any old reason." She's really dismal with the chopsticks, though she does give it the old college try, finally tossing one at him like a javelin. "Shut up. I'm using my fork." "And I don't know, you were pretty taken aback when you found out. Thinking the only thing that kept you from leaving was we were a couple already. You weren't going to chase me down if you knew that beforehand. Let's be honest. You looked at me like your background was a walk in the fucking park in comparison. Not upset about it, just we both know it." Gratefully, she stabs a dumpling with her fork, and because there's no danger of losing this one, dips it in the accompanying sauce. "Oh, wow, that's nice."
Clint Barton	"Good," Clint says picking up his beer again and pointing with the neck of the bottle. "And I get it, there's bound to be some shit in there, like you said, they don't black out for nothing, but if you ask me the best way to go is to rip off the band-aid. Odds are whatever your brain is cooking up is a million times worse than the truth," Or at least he hoped so or boy would he feel dumb. The thrown chopstick is caught and put on the bar. "Didn't I just tell you to do that?" "Fuck that, I still would have chased you, I already told you why it freaked me out. I mean I expected secrets, but cyberterrorist was not one of them. You've got to be kidding if you think that would have stopped me." He's glad of the subject change and nods, as he picks up one of the gyoza, dips and eats, "Right?" Then the guy behind the bar presents them with their main course, two giant steaming bowls of freshly made ramen, filled with meat, vegetables and looking as much like art as food. "Trust me," he smiles. "You'll like this even more."
Skye Johnson	When Clint catches the chopstick Skye laughs, shaking her head. "Figures you'd have the reflexes for that. Showoff. And yes, you did tell me to use my fork. But you're secretly judging me." She finishes her dumpling with a sigh. "Fuck, you've been holding out on me. The whole time weve known one another and you knew this place existed and you never brought me here? Disappointed in you Hotshot." She tsks at him with mock severity. He does earn a canted look, though. "Seriously? Youd have chased me? See, I don't know. I mean, you did bring the beer to my place and all, but Im still trying to figure out why. Other than that awkward moment in the elevator where we were both trying to figure out if we knew where all the security cameras were and if it was worth it." Which makes her laugh softly. Right when their food arrives. "Oh, my, fucking, god." Each word said slowly and carefully. "Now I really want to know why you held out on me about this place. Like we should be here at least once a week" Which makes her pause. "It's not huge expensive, is it?" Because expensive they can't do once a week. Maybe once a month, but a week? Not in the budget. She's not sure what to say about her files, though. "I'm hoping Oracle will have some answers for me before I hit up Fury. I mean, I guess I expect him to lie about some of it, but I want to know what parts he's lying about. And why." Skye sighs softly, reaching for the ceramic spoon with the elongated bowl. "I don't know anything about my past but what we read there." And to read that SHIELD had been responsible for her never having a family had nearly killed her. "I know you and your brother maybe don't get on so great, but you have him. You have a shared history. I have.. one blind kid and the Rising Tide. That's it. Thats my history." Still, her frustrations and sorrows don't win out over the ramen, the broth carefully laddled up into her spoon and tasted. "Oh wow. Holy shit."
Clint Barton	Clint gives a humblebrag of a shrug, grinning all the while. "Me showoff?" he waggles his brows at her. "And if I told you I was judging you it wouldn't be a secret," he says sagely, snapping up another bit of the chicken. "Try this too, it's great when it's hot," his words are mangled by chewing around the hot chunk of breaded chicken and sauce. Clint considers the question, "Mm yeah, totally have," he says without shame or remorse. "Saving it to be a surprise," he says, which was mostly true, he'd forgotten about it for awhile despite all their talk of ramen but when he tried to make fancied up ramen at home he'd remembered. "Surprise," he says with a smile. "And we can come here as much as you like now, and it's not bad, he pulls the menu over, five for the gyoza, seven fifty for the chicken and our bowls are around fifteen each, not too bad if it's not every night." The food arrives, and Clint takes a moment to bask in the glory of properly made ramen. He helps take the bowls down off the high ledge and set them on the bar before them. "I have no idea what they put in yours but it looks good." He gives her space to take the first bite and watches her reaction grinning, "Right?" he asks before he dives into his own, letting his head roll back as he savoured the tastes. "Ooh, so good," he grins. He reaches out a hand to her, "Of course I'd chase you, because you're worth chasing, I mean it's not just your looks, though, be sure they're definitely part of the package, but just you, you know? How you carry yourself, how you don't take shit from people, what makes you laugh, what you say that makes me laugh, all of it. So, trust me, had I known, I still would of chased." He goes back to slurping noodles for a moment, but his hand never leaves her arm. Yes, he's switched hands with the chopsticks, he may just be a lllllittle bit of a show off. "I get it, I had shit parents and a mostly shit brother, shit mentors but I had people, so, maybe don't get the whole of what you went through, but I get enough I think to understand how much all that hurt. How fucked up it all is that your new home was responsible for never having one." He squeezes her arm, "Whatever you need to do to find this stuff out, I'm with you."
Skye Johnson	Skye doesn't need a second urging to partake of the chicken, laughing as she, too, does the 'hothothot' dance of open mouth and waving her hand in front of it as though that will actually help cool the mouthful down. As she enjoys her mouthful she listens to him *claim* he was saving it for a surprise (she had her doubts, but mostly she was glad he'd remembered, because omg, ramen!), and then list the prices - totally within pizza night ranges. Not an every night luxury, but totally once a week date night material - only that might make two date nights a week, a thought that has her smirking to herself. A smirk that grows further when he comments on her food. "I know, right? Bet you wish you'd ordered what the chef makes for himself. No clue what most of this is, but think thats pork." Skye nudges a bit with her remaining chopstick. "And that's some herb." (Basil) "And oil, I guess?" Yeah, her ramen knowledge sucks. The packets only ever said 'spices'. The smirk turns wry as talk slides back to what she'd found out about SHIELD. "Is it fucked up I still want to work with them? I mean, I know I said I was going to walk, and I thought about it. I keep asking myself if I stayed because I have nowhere else to go." And she didn't, really. Not unless you counted running off and working for Karl. She was pretty sure he'd have taken her - not that she was entirely sure where he was now. Or, she probably could have left a message for Hydra somewhere. They would have found it and taken her in. Skye's brow furrows. "Clint, do you ever think about all the shit I could do if I really were the Skye who ran away on Tidepool? Like seriously think about it? I mean, just saying the whole where else would I go, I got thinking of where I could have gone, and how none of you - you, or May, or Darcy, or Fury - even gave a second thought to how I might defect. I know a bunch of shit that none of you even know I know. Just Fury has a clue. And it's never been something any of you seemed to even believe was in me. I dont get it."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, because how can he not, and reaches over to snag Skye's beer and hand it to her when she's swallowed the chicken at last. "Put out the fire?" he offers with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Also, that was adorable." He prepares for a swatting. Oh that skepticism is readable, and so he adds, "Or I may have forgotten, shut up," he says with a laugh, before he tilts his head studying that smirk. "What?" he asks, intrigued. Then he studies her bowl of ramen with her, "Totally do wish I ordered that," he says and nodding, "The little flower looking thing is crab I think," he says, he knew that much, "And the green stringy bits on top are seaweed, trust me tastes better than it sounds." Though as things come back to the file and SHIELD, Clint leans back in his chair and lets out a breath, "That's a tough one, I mean I can see where you might think that, SHIELD being your only home, but I don't think it's fucked up at all," he says before listening to the rest, popping another gyoza in his mouth to chew on while he does. When Skye and the gyoza is finished, Clint has something to say, "I think I've figured it out, both the trust from all of us and why you stay, and that's because we all know each other. You like Fury, you trust him, and you like and trust SHIELD too, you know whatever messed up shit happened that caused SHIELD to order you moved around, it probably was done for a good reason, because you know Fury doesn't just do things to just do them." He reaches out to squeeze her arm again. "On the flip side, we all know you, and the person we know, while scary dangerous with a computer, isn't the kind to betray us, hell, remember when May offered you the chance to jump ship back around when we met? Why did you stay and decide to out yourself as a member of SHIELD to the whole web? Because you couldn't let us down, you were one of us then, and people saw that. Hell, Vision only met you for like half an hour and when I told him you'd defected, he saw right through it, so, Skye, you don't strike anyone as a traitor."
Skye Johnson	Skye takes her beer with a mock scowl. "You're lucky you're cute, and good in bed, or I'd swat you for that.." Not to mention she has no intention of getting kicked out before she's finished with her dinner, so swatting may just have to wait. But the beer is gratefully taken and availed of, the liquid surprisingly good at cooling down the burn of her mouth. "Yeah, see, forgot I can buy. But now that you've remembered, we should do this more often." Skye points at the front where the menus are. "Whole menu to go through before I even can start to decide what my favourite is." Which is to suggest before she can even begin to consider remotely narrowing her choices down, putting getting bored of this particular meal somewhere around the next of never. Yeah, Clint scored big on taking Skye for ramen. Even so, the seaweed gets a skeptical look. "Like floats in the ocean shit, right?" Her fingers held in the air and wriggled slowly like strands of seaweed drifting in the current. "Seaweed. You're kidding me? People eat that?" They must. It's in her bowl "And you can have a taste." Translation: Skye's not above wanting to taste his. She listens to his explanation, slurping away at her bowl. "I guess?" She's not sounding entirely convinced, but she hasn't any strong arguments about it all. "I still haven't discarded the notion that Fury is just an ass. But I'm at least willing to hear him out." It's the other, though, that has her surprised. "Vision? Your friend? The one who helped with the couch - he really said that?" Skye sits up a little straighter and nods, making an appreciative noise. "That's kinda flattering." She jabs the air with her spoon, though. "I could be traitor." Riiiight. Her spoon dipped back into her bowl. "And I don't know why I didn't leave when May offered. I kept telling myself I liked feeling like I might belong here. All the stuff that really was brought home when I was on the mission. How I looked at everyone in the room when we met with Karl and thought, none of you here except maybe one wouldn't think twice about selling me out." Genus, of course, was the notable exception. And Skye had been quick to bring him under the umbrella of SHIELD, even if that was known only to a few people, and he officially was the New Rising Tide. Life was funny like that. "I guess I wanted to believe in the bigger picture more than I wanted to be angry about everything. Kinda like us. How I wanted us more than I wanted to be angry or to run away. It just seemed like maybe worth taking a chance on." Her nose crinkles. "I know your friend Rhodes thinks I'm a shit for what I did, but if we'd stepped in earlier, Karl'd have just set up shop somewhere else, and we wouldn't have known with who. Or what he was doing. Or when. There'd have been no time at all for us to set up and insert the traps we did. We'd be sitting blind now instead of having eyes on things. I mean, it was shitty, trust me, I know, but I have to believe the bigger picture was worth it." Skye gives Clint an almost desperate look, wanting some sort of affirmation of that. "I know you don't always like what SHIELD does, but that's why you hang on in, isn't it? The bigger picture?"
Clint Barton	Along with the teasing, laughter was a part of them, it felt good, "Kinda?" he asks pretending to be hurt. "You can do better than that," he needles playfully before he takes a sip of his beer while Skye has a sip of hers. He cocks his head, "The whole menu huh? Sounds like we'll need a regular table or something," he says glancing at the menu again. "That's a loooot of visits," Does he sound like he minds. Not at all, indeed by his smile, he couldn't be happier. "And yes the shit that floats in the ocean, they clean it and dry it and it tastes salty, I was right there where you are with it when I first heard about it but trust me, Keyboard, it's good." Skye hasn't even finished saying the words he could have a taste when he's scooping some out with one hand and nudging his bowl towards her with the other. He mmms as the spoon of hot soup is brought to his mouth. "God, the chef knows what he's doing," he says. "Skye, you need to learn how to make this stuff in your cooking lessons, I absolutely promise to make it worth your while.' He gives himself a bit of a shake and returns to the spoon to his bowl asking, "What'd you think of mine? I think I like yours better." As for Fury? Fury gets a chuckling nod, "Yeah, he's an ass, but he's our ass and he does things for the right reasons," he says before adding, "Or you know, just to fuck with us, but what happened to you, so not one of those fuck with you things. I'd stake my life on that." A smile, "And yeah, him, he's good like that, one of the best people I know," he says the people part without irony. Metal or flesh, didn't matter, Vision was a better man than Clint could ever hope to be. "I guess it's how his brain works, but he has this way to cut through the bullshit, I go to him for advice sometimes." Speaking of bullshit"You're no traitor Skye, especially not to the people who have become your family after so long." "Yeah, that's because despite their high ideals, the Rising Tide are just crooks, and that's how crooks act, trust me, I was won. No one really gives a shit and everyone is just trying to get ahead, even the good ones, if they get pinched or some other guy puts a gun in their face and asks them to set you up, they'll do it, just like that," the 'that' is punctuated with a snap of his fingers. "It's shitty but it's the nature of the game I guess, seemed pretty universal. Anyhow, SHIELD would fall apart if we worked like that, you need to trust the agent beside you, you'll see when you get into the field training, the level of trust gets pretty insane, like going into a room on a raid, you don't even look back to check if your backup has the door, you just know, just like your back up knows you're going to stop anything coming at his back. It's intense and sort of scary, but yeah, it's a whole other world from where we came from." Clint hadn't talked to Genus himself, but he'd heard the hacker's talk with Fury, and knew about the deal. "If you're worried about your guy Genus, or whatever he's calling himself now, my read on him is, like you, he didn't belong in that world, he doesn't have a predator in him. He cares about shit, and it shows." He nods to the rest, "Yeah," Clint says touching her arm again, "I know that feeling," it had been the same thing that kept him coming back after their arguments, and while it didn't fully apply to SHIELD it sure as hell applied to the Avengers. "Rhodes is a stubborn ass," Clint says, "And you did the right thing, without you we wouldn't have been able to shut things down, remember, the people that the Rising Tide hurt, that's on them, what you did, it save a lot more people from being hurt." It was easy for Clint to say, but he knew if he were in Skye's shoes he'd still blame himself for the people that did get hurt. Maybe that was what made them the good guys. "And it was, Skye, trust me.
Clint Barton	That question gives Clint pause, "Yeah, it does. I mean I keep thinking of what Coulson told me when I joined," he smirks. "Or really, when SHIELD shanghaied me, that SHIELD was more than acronym, it's our mission, we're the shield for all that's good and great in the world and that shield is made up of regular people who've decided to make protecting the world their life's work," Clint blinks after he says those words, eyes glistening. "Damn Coulsion, the guy knows how to do rousing speeches," he says, "Anyhow, yeah, I stay for that bigger picture, and because, to paraphrase this amazing woman I once met, how much of an asshole would I be to leave? People are trying to save the world here." He takes a sip of his beer then. "So, yeah, that's why."
Skye Johnson	"The WHOLE menu," Skye agrees with a grin and no shame. She makes it sound the idea not only isn't unreasonable, but like you'd quite possibly be insane not to want to do it yourself. Like how could you not want to?? Even if she still doesn't look convinced about that seaweed stuff. When the words are hardly out of her mouth before Clint is scooping from her bowl, Skye looks about to protest and deliver that previously expected and delayed swat, though in the end, as his bowl is pushed over with such childlike enthusiasm, she ends up merely laughing with a halfhearted "Hey!" before leaning and scooping up a taste of his in return. It was good - different than hers, but good. "Oh wow, that's nice too. And worth my while, huh?" Skye nods, stealing a second scoop of his before canting her head to one side and giving Clint a solid up-down appraising look. "Done. You better start thinking now about how you're going to make it worth my while, though, because that there was a challenge." And challenges and Skye were like.. well, like telling her not to look for Clint's former costume. You knew it was inevitable she was going to do it, so you could save yourself the interim steps and just hand the photos over to her yourself. Then again, this was cooking. There was no guarantee that she was going to achieve better than packet ramen. As he continues talking, Skye listens quietly, eating more of her soup - even the seaweed which gets a surprised look from her as it is, as promised, not all that bad tasting. At least not when it's in ramen. "Yeah, Genus is good people," Skye agrees, making a mental note that she needed to look him up and make sure he was okay. Maybe hit some out of the way dive like they the old days and share a coffee and some fries. "And Fury is one of the good guys." She had to believe that - Skye had put too many people's lives into his hands believing that. It didn't bear thinking about what if she was wrong. Not that the young woman thought she was. Her gut instinct said she could trust Fury, even if she didn't know all his reasons when it came to herself. Besides, she already had Oracle finding out what the rest of her own Index File said. Skye would have answers soon enough. Or at least some answers. She had no doubt Fury would still be his infuriating self with the holdbacks. Though now she had to smirk to herself over that personal joke: Fury/in FURYating? Only Clint's words cut through and throw her off before she can share that one. "Hey!" Her cheeks take on a pink hue of mild embarrassment. "No fair quoting me back at me." Pause. "I did say that, didn't I?" Skye ducks her head and laughs softly under her breath. "I still believe it, though. SHIELD is still where I can do the most good." That and she loved the people there. They were her family. Even Fury.
Clint Barton	Skye's enthusiasm makes Clint chuckle, "Fine, the WHOLE menu," he agrees. Then there is the trading of soups and he adds, "See, that's two right there, or are we making it whole bowls," he says before digging into his soup again, he has another spoonful and amends his statement: "Yeah, definitely whole bowls." There a nod is given when the challenge is accepted, "Yep. Ab.so.lutely worth your while," he confirms with a look to Skye. To be honest if she never got past package ramen, it wouldn't bother him, the challenges were just a way to tease each other and make the life they shared interesting. Still, this ramen was excellent and if Skye learned how to make it? Well he wasn't going to complain there either. Clint nods about Genus and smiles about Fury. "I promise I won't tell him you said that," he says about the Director. "But yeah, like I said, his heart is in the right place, even if he asks a lot of us." He takes a quiet sip of his beer at that, ruminating on it until she turns pink. Then he can't help but lean over and kiss her cheek, "Yep, you did," he confirms with a grin. "And also, totally fair," he grins at that last before nodding. "Not to get all mystical about it or anything, it does seem like the place you're meant to be. I mean, not like it was destined from birth, but SHIELD and you work. Or well, the version of SHIELD us miscreants get to play in does," he says meaning the folks Fury had plucked out of jail to come work for him. "I think you'd go nuts if they'd to make you be a regular level two analyst." He chuckles at the thought, Skye in the standard SHIELD pant suit with ID clipped to the lapel, working at a desk all day. He couldn't see it. "Anyhow, you've found a place where you fit, the rest, well you can worry about that later."
Skye Johnson	Clint earns a *look* for even asking if she meant whole bowls. Like d'uh what else would she mean?? Heathen. "Enh, Fury wouldn't believe you if you told him I said he was human. Hell, not sure he'd believe it if I said it to his face." She is Skye after all. Then again, she and Fury had an understanding that went beyond what most got out of the man. Not that she'd admit that in front of others, either. Clint was different. He got to know things. So did May. Sometimes. "Fated, huh? Next thing you'll be saying is I'm secretly some lost child of some important person who has been looking for me their entire lives having been told I was dead but never really believing it to be true." Skye rolls her eyes. "That's a lot of fairy-fucking bullshit. I'm not a Disney movie." Even if she really did kind of like the idea that she was meant to connect with SHIELD. Though the eye-roll is only precursor to the sound of disgust she makes at the suggestion of a factory standard entry level two analyst. "Oh my god, that's a horrible thing to say about someone. To even suggest I might have been one." Because there was no way on god's little green earth that Skye was ever going to be a standard analyst. She wasn't even sure where they worked in SHIELD. Something something about a desk somewhere? Hadn't she been shown.. wait a minute, maybe that floor she'd cut through on her escape during the kickoff for Tidepool.. was she supposed to have been working on that floor?? Fucked if Skye knew. The rest she agrees with by shovelling more ramen into her mouth and making appreciative noises.
Clint Barton	The *look* has Clint laughing again. "Right, so full bowls it is," he says before digging into his soup a bit more. "Probably right," he allows about Fury. Smiling when she extends that to her saying it to his face. "Yeah, probably best not to, might shoot you as an imposter or something," he grins. "But for the record, the Old Man knows a lot, he may even know you think he's okay," a beat. "I am sure he doesn't judge you for it." "I specifically said, not destined from birth!" Clint protests with a grin. "I guess I mean, lucky? Not for the childhood, that's nobody's idea of luck, but finding SHIELD a place you want to be, doing work you feel good about. Look around the room, except maybe the chefs, because nobody makes stuff this good without really wanting to, I bet most of the people in here don't have what you have, a place they belong," Clint says, it was something they both had really, just Clint found greater belonging with the Avengers, but she knew that. "And, yeah I know, this isn't a Disney movie, and the orphan fantasy of some long lost parent is just a fantasy, but, Keyboard, you beat the odds and found somewhere that works. So, yeah, meant might not have been the best word for it, but it's damn near miraculous you found a place that works so well." He gives a nod before he adds, "And good thing, this isn't a Disney movie, you'd have to wear one of those big floofy princess dresses," he says with a laugh. "And while I know you can rock a dress, so, not your look." Neither was the factory standard analyst. Though it was mildly amusing imaging Skye as that, and wondering how long it would take for her to burn her cubicle to the ground. He chuckles idly. "Anyhow, so, we've got the house warming, your training as an agent, what else is on deck for us?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	"Bah," Skye complains. "Fury and I understand one another." Which is to say their relationship isn't all it seems and it's complicated. And you know, all things inbetween. And a lot of things most people wouldn't guess or understand. Not even herself at one time. Of course, when Clint moves from Fury to discussing Disney Princesses, and even hints at the fact he's thought of her in a floof dress (even if he discarded the notion), Skye nearly chokes on a mouthful. "Oh my god. I mean, if you're going for one of those dresses, Brave you might get to live for, but the rest?" Skye makes a gagging motion with her index finger. And the answer to the cubicle question is 2.3 seconds flat. Less time than it would take to boot up her laptop. Skye isn't your typical desk jockey. Fury, wisely, understood this. "Next? Uh, fucked if I know. Though if you listen to all that shit Rhodey and Darce were spewing, we're getting hitched."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "I gathered," he says with an amused smile. "He trusts you," he says firm in that conviction. He'd been around long enough to know how unusual Skye's course through the ranks of SHIELD had been so far. He laughs as the talk turns to dresses, "Brave huh?" Clint asks thoughtfully. When he brought it up, it had just been a riff on her Disney line, now, she'd upped the ante some. "Hmm," he says cryptically as he takes a sip from his bottle, his lips smiling around it. He chuckles at her response to a desk job. His had been similar when he was first approached by Coulson, seeing his suit, and lifetime bureaucrat look to him, not realizing at the time there was a lot more to SHIELD than that. "You said it," he agrees with a sage nod. "Glad they gave me a locker rather than a desk." He snorts about the marriage thing, "Yeah, I don't know where this crap gets started," he says before he sets down his beer. "We are happy right? Like we are? Because if you're not we can talk, but if we are, and we want to get these guys back, I may have a horrible idea."
Skye Johnson	Yeah, Skye had figured out some time ago that Fury trusted her. She wasn't entirely sure why he did, only that he did. It had taken her some time to adjust to that level of trust being placed in her lap. Not many at SHIELD even knew how much she'd been given, or how much she still had, and she wasn't about to enlighten them. Of course her thoughts on the matter are knocked of track by that sly look of his. "Oh, I get worried when you do that. What are you thinking, Hotshot? Spill." Her ramen bowl has become woefully near the end, leaving her to scrape along the bottom and ponder, "So, taboos - are we allowed to pick this thing up and slurp from it?" Yeah, Skye. Not so much desk material. Her hands cupped around the bowl in anticipation of a 'yes, go ahead' (and quite possibly in spite of being told not to do it as well). "I think I had a desk? I don't know. I might even have a locker. God, I should ask May. Or Darcy. Darcy would know, right? Or who?" Speaking of Darcy, Skye knows exactly how all the wedding talk got started. "And that's who you need to give shit to about the whole wedding thing, too. I mean, love her to bits, but holy fuck. She had me decked out in some pink frilly thing traipsing down the aisle to you. Like you'd already proposed or some shit." She scowls even as she laughs. "As if." Pause. "What do you mean are we okay and you have a terrible idea? Did I miss a memo somewhere?"
Clint Barton	Clint lowers his beer, then leans over to kiss Skye, "Don't worry," he says. "I /was/ thinking of how could I turn the whole Disney princess thing into a joke, but came up blank," he says. "The smile and all of that was just to mess with you, honest." And it sounded like he was telling the truth. "Go for it," he says of the soup, doing the same with his mostly empty bowl. When it was done he sets down the bowl. "Darcy would know for sure, she probably set it up and wondered why the hell you were in the break room all the time," he says, though that theory didn't hold water. Darcy would have been all 'what the hell, Shitcode' ages ago if that had been the case. He does laugh though at her not knowing what if anything SHIELD has set aside for her, "Amazing you found your apartment," he remarks with a gentle shake of his head. The stuff about Darcy and weddings and all of that gets a nod, even the as if, it answered his question. "Well for the bit about us being okay, I just remembered last time that the subject of weddings came up we both sort of freaked. Just wanted to make sure you were alright now." As for the horrible idea? That waits until after the question is answered.
Skye Johnson	"Pretty sure May walked me to my apartment." Which explains how Skye actually got settled in once she'd graduated to a Trisk room proper. Her bowl grabbed up and slurped from with gusto. Girl loves her ramen. Though normally hers is done in a coffee mug.. "I'll ask around. And what do you mean am I alright. Are you asking me to marry you? Cause if not, we ended that discussion. There were just too many jokes flying in that room. And all the other shit I'm dealing with. Still waiting on word from Oracle about my Files. It's taking longer than I thought." It had taken her some time to make the decision to get help decrypting them, but once she had, she wanted the information yesterday, or sooner.
Clint Barton	"I can believe that," Clint says, imagining May giving Skye a look in walking her to her own apartment. Clint gives an equally thorough finish to his beer, drinking it down and setting the empty on the bar. "Just thought I'd check, given last time is all, if you were just stressed about the files, then no worries," he says. "Though, if we're up to it," meaning if the files aren't too horrible or force them to jump into some type of action or another. "I think we should make Darcy and Rhodes, think we actually did get married, hell, we can recruit a ringer to bet on the day we pick in the pool as well. What do you think?"
Skye Johnson	"What I think," Skye says with a grin, putting her bowl down, and grinning at Clint, "Is that has possibilities. Let's talk." (and that's a wrap, folks)