14643/Twas The Day After The Kind Of Morning After Thanksgiving

Twas The Day After The Kind Of Morning After Thanksgiving
Date of Scene:	26 November 2022
Location:	Gymnasium, The Triskelion
Synopsis:	In his quest to find out what the heck Bucky is up to, Clint comes across Nick. Some answers are gained and some frustration is eased
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Phantasm (Drago)
Tinyplot:	Fortunate Son

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Nick Drago has posed:
While not entirely dead, things at the Trisk have been quiet. But with one of the family friendly holidays going on, this particular location has a chunk of those who have managed to get time off. Most of those who are still at the building are those who have to be or for some reason live here.

Nick is the latter. Up until a few days ago it was looking like he might not have been that either. Like the Trisk now, the implied threat to him seemed to have died away since the raid on DHS. Also with the Fortunate Son case closed, Nick's promise to stay her while that case was opened was pretty much fulfilled.

Well, with the New Hope Shelter now having a sizable hole in the exterior wall to the dining hall, it appears Nick is going to have to extend his stay just a little longer. At least until Bucky gets back with his findings on the attack.

Nick is quiet on his jog around the track. Stuck in his thoughts. Bucky had left to do that yesterday. The musician hasn't seen him since.

Clint Barton has posed:
There is also another reason why some agents, like Clint Barton, remain around the Trisk during the annoying season called holidays. Actually, two main reasons. One, the archer has no family to celebrate with - well yeah, there is Barney, but that is a long story. The second reason is, that the villain-to-be of the Universe tend to think that that season would be the best to attack Earth and start a war. In Hawkeye's book, it's best to stay put and ready for whatever.

Besides, the archer is also aware of the latest commotion, and the subsequent one caused by Winty scaring the staff away by entrenching himself in a planning room.

This, in itself, is enough to raise Hawkeye's curiousity. There might be a way to unnerve the Ruskof with some prank, you know, just to pass time?

First order of mission is now to find more information about what Winty is doing. As he passes along the large glass door, Clint noticed Nick Drago jogging on the track. Well, yeah, the archer is very tempted to shoot an arrow right in front of the musician to get his attention but being so lost in thoughts, it might just cause him to trip. Not the best introduction.

Instead, Clint pushes the large doors and steps in, moving just close enough for Nick to spot him. And if he doesn't, then the arrow will fly.

Nick Drago has posed:
As Clint steps in, moving just close enough to be spotted, it becomes clear that Nick Drago is a distracted one. Following along the path, the musician gets closer and closer before the curve of the track has him moving away. But with the lower pace of the jog, while committed to another lap, Nick is not TOO far away when his brain finally parse out the figure that was momentarily in the side vision.

Nick's head turns to confirm who he saw by bringing the agent back into the side view for a moment. "Hey Clint." He greets before turning his head back, making sure not to continue to jog forward blindly. "No vacation?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Right, so Nick didn't stop. Fine. Shrugging, Clint gets into a jog himself, joining the musician on the track. The mission gear and outfit, which is rather light in the case of the archer, doesn't slow him one bit on the jog. While he is /not/ as maniac as other die-hard agents of a venerable age and from a very cold country he would never name, Hawkeye trains daily and jogging is part of it.

"Vacation?" Clint replies, "To do what? Get stuffed on a plane full of crying babies and Karens bossing everyone, to visit a place crawling with tourists? Go to a show of superheroes singing in tight pants? Not my cuppa. But what about you? You waitin' for Santa Winty or somethin'? I betcha he's busy fixin' us all Christmas socks."

Nick Drago has posed:
As Clint gives his anti-thesis for Thanksgiving vacation, Nick gives a shrug in response. "I don't know, Clint. Maybe you'd like to avoid dealing with traffic resulting the Post Thanksgiving Holiday sales. Or go the other way and test your skills against the Karen horde while shopping for something nice for Skye."

The turned about question gets a quiet response. "Clint. This IS my vacation. I've pretty much been on a forced one for well over a year now. And I'm getting a strong feeling my check out time from Club Trisk got delayed again."

Clint Barton has posed:
There's a smile appearing on the archer's face at the mention of Skye. "T'would be way to dangerous for the Karens's egos, trust me. 'sides, I got it covered, got a unique, I mean, unique in this world, gift for Skye." And obviously, either the archer decides not to give more details, or Nick's comment gets him sidetracked - figuratively.

"Y'know, you should have signed up, at least you'd have been paid to stay here all this time." That said, Clint glances at his jogging companion.

"Something tells me that the bear semi-hibernation in a planning room has something to do with you taking your vacation here. C'mon, what's up now? Someone's still hot on your track?"

Nick Drago has posed:
Nick snerks to the mention of signing up. "Yeah, I'm sure that'd go over well. I still got a mini series running on Netflix and apparently a standing invite to appear at any horror convention because of some movie I was in went cult. Plus there's the touring, and the one that got canceled when all that crap with DHS started. Hell, the only show I ended up doing was in Latveria and that's because Doom showed up, had a fit, and portaled my ass there. That just screams low profile, doesn't it? Let's be honest, I'd get fired within a week."

Nick shakes his head at the thought before the mention of where Bucky is causes for him to look back to Clint, "He's back? I hadn't seen him since yesterday morning."

Clint Barton has posed:
The archer laughs lightly at the mention of signing up and being of no use. "Nick," Clint says, "As hard as it is to believe, SHIELD has it lot of lugs, y'know, office's photocopier huggers." Yup, and for some reason, no one kicks them out. They probably have a use, or most likely, a grandfather clause.

"Yup, he's up there, in a room by himself. Planning." The archer grins at that, "I dunno who he's planning against, but they won't like it." Pausing, Clint then adds, "And maybe it's good I stayed around. He might need fire support. Who knows, I can dream of some action to pass time." Beat. "Action as in a /mission/, before you ask."

Nick Drago has posed:
Nick frowns, glancing forward as they go around another turn. The confirmation of Bucky's general activities in said room are not exactly comforting. "Damn it." He mutters, "I almost have everything moved out too. I don't want to have to move that shit back."

Clint Barton has posed:
Alright, so indeed, Winty must be working on something serious, and regarding Nick.

"You should consider buying in pairs, that way you can keep your digs here."

But more seriously, the archer tries to get an idea of what might have happened lately - making a mental note to someday read the blood AAR's, that is, if someone of a venerable age and coming from a very cold country cared to write them.

"You know," Clint adds, serious, "Maybe this time all will be settled for good. I'll be around, Winty and you know to ask me if you need any help. Even if this is not official, like I cared about it being official or not."

Nick Drago has posed:
"No no...I don't want to consider that because buying in pairs means I'm actually planning on staying here. I like you guys but I am fucking tired of this place. I want to be able to go home, work, travel, go to MY gym, volunteer to my heart's content without having to deal with some random assholes blowing holes in walls and shooting up the place. You'd think that would not be much to ask."

Nick bites his lip, fists clenching a bit tighter before he slows his pace, taking a deep steady breath in.

"Sorry. I'm a bit irritated." The pace slows down a bit more, moving more to a cool down walk. There's another breath before Nick gives Clint a small smile. "I know situations are not something that can just be turned on or off it's ju-" He pauses, "Thanks. I guess we'll find out whenever Bucky gets out of seclusion."

Clint Barton has posed:
Being stuck in a never-ending clusterfuck that you are not responsible for, Clint can understand it. Granted, when he's stuck in one, it's usually because of his big mouth or his disregard for caution. This includes a divorce, which although generally less violent than a battle with Hydra, was sometimes as nasty. But Nick? As far as the archer remembers, the musician didn't cause any of the problems he's stuck in.

"Irritated? C'mon man, you should be pissed off, nothing less. Here," Clint says, slowing his pace as well, "I know you don't like weapons, but hey, target shooting is a good way to relieve stress, frustration and anger. Use big guns, a la Winty, and go destroy some dummies. Literal dummies." Yup, it works for the archer with bow and arrows, maybe it could do good to Nick? "I can join you if you want."

Nick Drago has posed:
Nick nods, considering the points being made. It's true he didn't like guns but with the stuff that's been going on recently, he's made some exceptions to his general avoidance of them.

Plus if it helps lengthen his fuse a bit more-

"Alright." Nick responds, "I'm probably in need of the practice anyways. Who knows what Bucky's got cooking up."

Maybe more Goatmen and vampires.

Clint Barton has posed:
With his trademark Hawkeye grin, the archer claps Nick on the back, glad that his suggestion was welcomed. Not only would it be therapeutic, it might be good practice in case the shit hit the fan. Who is he kidding? Winty planning means that the shit will hit the fan!

The next course of action agreed on, Clint leads the way as the two companions are off for a good target shooting session. If they are lucky, they might even find some of Winty's big guns. Wouldn't that be fun?