3922/Tidepool: Once a Traitor...

Tidepool: Once a Traitor...
Date of Scene:	20 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Quake, Hawkeye (Barton), Darcy Lewis
Tinyplot:	Rising Tide

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Quake has posed:
Skye had been dragged off with all the others arrested in the Endgame gambit. She'd scored a cell by herself, but the nature of security meant that most of Tising Tide was there, and able to converse between cells. Of course, there was ulterior motive for that: Skye being one of the gang meant she was privvy to their conversations, and her cover wasn't blown. It was still useful to SHIELD at this point.

Of course, her position as one of the Inner Circle also meant that her friends at SHIELD could drag her off to chat with her if they pleased, a thing that Skye had no doubt they were going to take advantage of.

She wasn't surprised that one of the first such 'interviews' occurred shortly after her arrest. She was, however, surprised to find it was Darcy, and not Fury...

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Darcy wasn't handling this alone. Clint had used his level 7 clearance to pull Skye from her cell for an interview and then sent Darcy on ahead while he finished up the paperwork. Once it was done he slips into the room, smiling, "So, how's prison life treating you? Shank anyone yet?" he asks Skye with a smile after shutting the door.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
In her best business outfit, but wedges instead of stillettos because sometimes there was grating instead of floor and thin heels ger stuck, Darcy levels an almost icy cold stare at Skye when she's brought into the interview room with her. The mere Level 5 Agent stands standing, arms on her hips, as the grunts set Skye to a chair and walk out. Amount to speak, CLint enters, and Darcy's hard expression falls away like a dress on prom night.

"Have you learned how to make a crossbow out of your panties yet?" Darcy quips now, leaning foward with a grin. Yup, follow Clint's lead!

Quake has posed:
Skye almost fell for it.. well, not really, I mean, it /was/ Darcy. Still, the act was pretty damned good, and likely fooled some of her compatriots in the cellblock. Of course, when the look remained even when they were in a room by themselves, Skye was wondering what else might be up.

Until Clint arrived and asked about shanking in that tone of voice.

~Asshole~ she signs at him as she relaxes into her chair.

"The food really sucks." She makes it sound like she's been stuck in prison for forever and has lost ten pounds on the prison-food diet. Or like ramen out of a packet isn't a staple in her world. "Damn I missed you guys."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint signs back ~Asshole~ but adds ~Missed you~ at the end. "Same here, Keyboard," he says. "Just glad you're back. Or well, sort of back, they say how long they want you to be a jailhouse snitch for?" he asks as he reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket. "Done a couple of days in county before, I figured the food would suck, so brought you this," he produces a handful of candy from the breakroom snack machines and puts it all on the table. "And wait, people make bows out of underwear?" he asks Darcy.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Sauntering over to Skye, Darcy hops herself up onto the table, crossing her legs at the knees and then leaning forward, hands braced on either side of herself.

"I missed you. Barton didn't. Because he's a jerk like that and never misses." Get it?! Oh God, I slay. Darcy watches Clint put the candy on the table and suddenly a dark frown comes over her features.

"Are you fucking serious right now? Like, really?! I am so playing bad cop right now. You get your lilly-white ass out of this fuckign room and bring some real goddammn fucking pho-king noodles or I'll destring your bow so fast, it'll make your fuckign head spin!"

A beat, and then she grin.

"Of course they do. If you were bad ass enough you'd know these things. Now, go get your lady some noms so I can have her alone for a few minutes."

Quake has posed:
Skye doesn't even have a chance to respond to Clint before Darcy has hopped up on the table and made herself at home so to speak, leaving Skye looking all bemused, lips pursed up into a crooked little smirk. "Oh? never misses, huh? We should talk sometime, Darce. The things I could tell you.."

She makes a zipping motion across her lips and 'tosses' the 'key' behind her. Classic childhood response right there, if misplaced (but totally appropos for the good cop/bad cop I'm not spilling anything routine they were making a farce of).

Of course, Clint's little play can't go unmet. "Ooooo, and someone thinks he's not sleeping on the couch when I get home. Nice play, Hotshot, but wow, low. Very low."

Her eyes gleam with amusement, and one can just see the 'you are such an asshole' brewing in there.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs, pointing, "Yeah, better stay zipped about that stuff," he says before shooting Skye a bemused look about Darcy. "And hey! I thought I was helping!" he says about the candy before scooping up a pack of M&Ms for himself. While Darcy starts bossing him around, "Says the woman who sneaked into a raid," he says with a smirk. "You're lucky I'm not a snitch," he grins at her. Truthfully he had written to Fury about it, but he'd recommended her for field ops training as a result. If she got in and nobody noticed until /after/ the raid, clearly the girl had skills.

He gets up from his chair, "I'll go find us something better, pho might be a trick though, we're on the helicarrier, take out is a little bit of a trip from here."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Ooh I love it when you talk dirty," Darcy coos at Skye, giggling ito her zipper-mouth move. Darcy is oh so good with zippers. Darcy rolls her eyes at Clint's 'thought I was helping' line.

"Like I care if you snitch. I had a friend in trouble, this seemed like ya'll trying to get go her. I wasn't about to sit back and wait for a med-report to come in saying that some trigger happy gun-bunny shot my girl before I could try to make her go gay for me because they couldn't keep their shit in their pants," Darcy retorts, sitting up and folding her arms under her chest.

"Take at least ten minutes. Us gals don't get revved up faster than that."

Quake has posed:
Skye chokes back a laugh at Darcy's give us ten comment. "Oh god, I didn't think it possible, but you've gotten worse."

She's still laughing as she shakes her head at Clint, "Yeah. At least on the Trisk there's the caf. You could head back down there, but whatever."

There's a long sigh from the woman, but it's a content one. "You have no idea how crazy all this is. The whole thing is just.. you can't make this shit up. They still think I'm on their side, and every time security patrols, it's this horrible shitshow as they bitch at me for being a piece of crap and betraying you all."

Which might explain why she's on the Helicarrier and not in the Trisk - different detail, and smaller chance of someone who knew the actual story of inadvertantly spilling the beans so to speak.

"I mean, it's buuying me cred with the others, but I swear to god if there weren't cameras, I'd be afraid of being roughed up."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs along with Skye. "Heh. There's a cafeteria up here too, but it's like ship food, and not talking Carnival Cruises either," he says before heading to the door. He lingers at the news about the guards and says, "I'll talk to them," he says before slipping out to go get food.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy seems to almost scowl at Skye's report of how the guards are treating her but it turns thoughtful as she mentions the cred it's giving her. So, she says nothing, while making a mental note to pull the roster and make their lives hellish from a supply stand point in retaliation. She turns to watch Cint start to leave, vowing to talk to the guards.

"Hey! Don't. She needs the cred, man! Just... let it be for now. It'll get dealt with when needs to," she tells him, shoulders tense and ready to agrue the point if he doesn't concede. When he leaves for turns back to Skye.

"They start acting different, you tell me. I'll kick your boy's ass. Now... about me getting worse... I'm the same ol' me. You've just gotten unused to me." Pause. "Shut the fuck up. It's totally a word." unused.

Quake has posed:
Skye was totally about to protest on her own behalf when Darcy beats her to the punch. Leaving her only need to add, "Yeah, the guards start treating me like a human being and the tide folks are going to be trying to figure out why. I'll either be a snitch, or they'll catch on I was an informant all along."

She shakes her head and makes a negligent shrug.

"It'll be fine. Nothing has happened that leaves bruises. They'll feel like shit later."

Which almost leaves Skye smug as she considers they'll feel stupid, too, for not catching on sooner. Then again, maybe that's why they're on guard duty.