3989/Small Matter: Gotham COnnections

Small Matter: Gotham COnnections
Date of Scene:	01 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Clint investigates the assassination attempt on Janet van Dyne. He comes away with more troubling information.
Cast of Characters:	Black Knight, Hawkeye (Barton)

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Black Knight has posed:
    Early thirties. The officer is just getting home. His sergeant stripes show just a little wear as he gets out. Not a lot, but then the man has a desk job at the evidence lock up. He is trim, fit, and still fairly spry looking. His equipment shows the years wearing the shield, but it also shows the meticulous care associated with an officer that cares about his presence and projecting the right image. In every way, Kevin O'Neil looks like the prototypical hard-working cop. Bushy stash, short, vaguely receding hair, and a brusque air about him.

    He shuts the door to his Chevy and walks up to the house. No one else is home tonight, school assembly. O'Neil plans on going in, heating a cheap pizza in his modest, but well kept house here in a modest, but safe neighborhood. He pushes a couple of action figures aside as he unlocks the front door.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had borrowed one of the more low-key cars from the SHIELD motorpool for tonight. His own car had been destroyed in the Invasion and his other vehicle was a flying motorcycle, so he wanted something less likely to stand out. When O'Neil's car pulls up, Clint is chewing on some ice chips, he puts his cup in the cupholder and then gets out, taking a bag out with him when he goes, that he slings over a shoulder. He jogs over as O'Neil reaches his front door, taking care to avoid any toys in the drive way. "Sergeant, O'Neil? I'd like to have a word with you if I could," he says calmly as he approaches. "I'm Clint Barton, I'm with the Avengers."

Black Knight has posed:
    Muscular dude in the yard using his title? The man's hand goes to the gun. It doesn't draw, but it goes to the gun. Oddly, it retracts when Barton says he is with the avengers. "You got ID, Avenger?" He has a hard Massachusetts accent and a slightly nasal voice. Hard, Nasally R-sounds. He holds his left hand out for the Identity. Once that's provided, he'll hold the right hand out for a handshake. "How might I help you, Avenger? Want to come in? Have a beer?"

    He's not giving any cues of violence, and though he appears to be nervous, he doesn't seem to be that nervous. He actually jerks his head to the left, as if wanting to get Clint inside. "I wasn't expecting to meet someone else with the Avengers."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint expected the man to reach for his good and his body tenses for that brief moment where violence might be imminent, "Sure," Clint says, "Reaching into my right pocket for the ID," he says to O'Niel and does that, slowly, showing the man the card. The offered right hand is shook, and the ID put away. "Would love one," Clint says to the offered beer, and "I have some questions about an incident that happened recently, best if we talk inside."

Taking the man's cue, he steps inside and glances around the house. He jerks his head in the direction of the bag on his back, "Brought some Avengers stuff for the kids," he begins to explain before suddenly stopping short. "Wait, who else did you meet?"

Black Knight has posed:
    The man has absolutely no fear. he walks CLint right into his house. "Thanks man. you Avengers are wright. I mean, saving the world and all, but handling my wife and the loansharks? Primo stuff. I can't thank you enough. My wife, she liked the ponies, but she's going to meetings." He will guide Clint into the house, right into the kitchen. It's a cold beer. Not a great one, but the guy is on a cop's salary. His house... it looks like what one would expect.

    O'Neil hands over the beer. "She didn't give a name. Blonde. But, probably dye. She had darker roots. Brown eyes. Big tits. Killer body. SHe wouldn't give a codename. ID was... " he rubs his forehead. "Morgan. Morgan van Dyne. Like the Wasp's bimbo sister or something. Hey, no offense." He holds up his hands. "I know she can probably put her fist through me, but you asked."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint follows the man inside and accepts the beer when offered, cracking it open but he doesn't take a sip. He's too puzzled by what he's hearing. He takes it all in and turns it over in his head. "So, Morgan came by, cleared up things with the sharks?" he says. "Didn't hear about that," he says leaning against the wall. Of course he hadn't heard of Morgan van Dyne at all before just now. "I am sure she could," Clint says putting on an easy smile for the man.

"Anyhow, she do anything else for you?" he asks. "Or ask you for anything?" he asks, casually as he can manage.

Black Knight has posed:
    "Yeah. She wanted some specific hardware for an investigation. Two Remington 870 expresses and a specific 9 mm. It was one butchered by some street gunsmith. Made it full automatic. A real sloppy piece of work, good for spraying and praying. She had serial numbers, and an ID like yours. She asked if Avengers needed warrants and looked a bit huffy, talked about going to Gordon. After I passed the guns over, she was really nice after I handed them over, asked if I had any problems she could clear up? I mentioned the sharks, and she coughed up the cash on the spot. I thought that was weird, Uhm, Avenger?"

    O'Neil pauses. "is it Avenger Barton? Agent? What's the right mode of address?" He fishes out a beer for himself and cracks it open. He pauses. "You mind if I disarm, uhm, Avenger?" His hand is studiously away from his weapon. "Iuhm, thought it was weird she was paying me, but she said the maria Stark Foundation was all about helping people, and honestly? The money let me pay off the last of our outstanding debt. Let me pay off the house a few years early. it ain't much, but it's mine and the missus."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods when O'Neil asks to disarm. "Go ahead, Sergeant and you can call me Clint," he says. Letting the man do that as he steps back and nurses his beer some. When the weapon is removed, Clint sets down the beer and says. "Well, she's not wrong about the Maria Stark foundation or the Avengers," he says as a prelude. "And where did she come see you? Home or at the office?" he asks. He was hoping for the latter, there might be video.

Black Knight has posed:
    "SHe wasn't an Avenger." The gun goes on the top shelf in the cabinet. It is a practiced gesture. it is joined by two magazines. It is more a statement, and less a question. he looks a little pale. It's dawning on him that he has made a huge mistake. O'Neil downs a couple of long pulls from his beer. His hands actually sshake a little. "It was a really good ID. A lot like yours, Clint. I thought it was weird she was paying me. I thought it was fishy, but she looked official. She talked like I thought an Avenger would talk." The cop rubs his face and looks utterly disgusted. "Uhm, she came here." He swears, a quick, harsh, filthy word. "How much trouble am I in, man? I mean, I did it. I know the stereotype is every Gotham Cop is dirty, I ain't." Panic is setting in. Still no indicators of violence or untruthfulness, but definitely signs of distress.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had been hoping to soften that blow some, but when it comes on its own. Clint can't quite help but feel for the guy, the vibe he gets off him seems sincere.

"Honest answer, I don't know, how much trouble you're in, but it sounds like you made an honest mistake," a fact that might not save the man's job, but there it was. "The thing to do now is fix it. Those guns, they were used in a hit on Janet van Dyne, it didn't succeed, but they were used, and you're our only tie to the people who did it. So, I think our priority is to get you and your family off the street then we'll need all the cooperation you can give us to ID this woman and figure out what's going on before there's another attack on Janet." Or one of the other Avengers for that matter. "Where's the family? We'll go pick them up and then I can take you all to the Mansion, we'll figure out the rest from there."

Black Knight has posed:
    His eyes look back up to the cabinet. It's not violence. It's distress. For a moment, he thinks about just swallowing the piece. He squeezes his eyes shut. "Okay. They are the school. PS #127. They'll be home in about 45 minutes." O'Neil cradles his head, and looks on the verge of tears. He almost shudders. "I was trying to help. I..." He forces himself to stand up. "Whatever we gotta do to make this right." he looks over at Clint. "Just don't tell my kid I fucked up? i couldn't bear it if he knew."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint crosses the distance between them when O'Neil looks for his gun. He rests his hand on the man's shoulder, "It'll be okay," he says. "Might not be okay soon, but one day, you'll get on the other side of this and you'll be happy you're still here," he says. "I've been there, I know."

"I know you were trying to help, and we'll give you all the help we can in turn, we just need to find these guys." Clint meet's O'Neil's eyes. "Good," he says when the man says he's ready to help. "I won't," he promises. "We'll tell him we're taking you all to the Mansion because you're helping us. He'll get to hangout with the Avengers and see the Mansion, doubt he'll think to ask too much about what's going on for awhile," he offers with a sad smile. "Anyhow, let's get some things together for your family and when they get back we'll head to the Mansion, okay?"