4912/Avengers Re-Assembled

Avengers Re-Assembled
Date of Scene:	14 July 2018
Location:	Avengers Mansion, New York City
Synopsis:	Tony and Clint talk current events upon Clint's return to the mansion.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Iron Man

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had been back for a little bit, but even back in the city, he was being pulled in one direction, while the chaos of the space fungus and the fall of Asgard had the Avengers pulled in others.

Coming back in for monitor duty, Clint has an overnight bag slung over a shoulder, his bow and other kit over the other. Walking into the mansion, he takes it all in with a smile, he runs his bags up to his room then curious to see who else might be around he presses the intercom panel on the wall and announces. "Hawkeye is back!" to all the rooms in the building.

Iron Man has posed:
    "I've given your parking spot away; that's not a problem, is it?" Tony's relaxed and rather immediate voice responds from the intercom panel. If Clint had missed the starling vocals of Tony Stark (maybe he'd not been listening to the news or had his head in the sand), he gets a first class dose right away. Lucky him.

    "If you don't come and greet me properly I'll think this is personal," Tony adds flippantly. The background noise on his transmission alone proves he's in the basement area, one of the laboratories that are active in use trying to save the world.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Can I have yours?" Clint replies right away. Smile apparent in his voice. "And I'll be right down."

Clint clicks off the intercom and heads down to the basement labs, zeroing in on the one with the billionaire inventor by the sounds of work being done.

Standing at the door Clint smirks, "Oh my god, is that Tony Stark, saviour of the internet? Fighter of fungus?" he asks with faux shock and surprise.

Iron Man has posed:
    In the lab Tony is presently in, there is a variety of robots doing ... all sorts of things. They move about, processing samples and tests. It isn't interesting to watch, beyond the general mass movement of it all, since the test samples are all in closed little jars and tubes.
    Tony himself is laying on a couch to one side, entirely and obviously just taking a break, in a sprawl that would work well for a magazine cover about handsome billionaires. He's dressed for the part, suit jacket flung nearby, tie off, shirt open a bit at the neck.
    "I /use/ all eight of mine," Tony replies. And then spreads his hands in a 'yes, it is I' pose to the question. "We need to do something about 'fighter', though. That's a weak descriptor. Doesn't suggest the 'winning' aspect well enough." Tony doesn't seem injured or in bad shape, for once. Maybe even rested.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint cocks his head at some of the samples as he makes his way into the room. He hadn't really seen much of this fungus stuff yet so this was his first look at it close up. Not that there was much to see.

He turns back to Tony, noting his friend, for once looks well-rested. "So, the fungus replace you with a clone that actually sleeps or is Pepper drugging your coffee?" he asks with a faint smirk. "You look like you've actually slept."

There's a "Heh," at the fighter bit. "We can make it 'finisher' once the stuff is dealt with. You know, to keep the aliteration," he says then wrinkles his nose at the word. "Though it sounds like you polished them rather than defeated them. Work in progress," he decides.

Clint grabs a chair and plops down in it. "So, how have things been, really?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "I don't think the world could handle /two/ of me," Tony shrugs at the clone joke, amused. "Too much greatness in one place." He leans a hand back to where he'd set his drink, drawing it in. It's almost empty: he makes it empty, and then puts it back. One of the robots wings over quickly to get it: clearly it is a priority over checking for samples. Tony's drink needs. "Pepper's got a bad flu, still. I have to self-drug. But we caught a bit of a break the other night, so some celebratory sleep was had."
    The topic moves to 'things' and the status of those things. "Depends from what angle you're looking at it," Tony laughs. "I like the angle where we have an open door of cooperation with the JLA, Alpha Flight, Asgard, and X-Men, and we have some new possible recruits .... since the angle gets a bit darker when you consider the Asgardian lack of a home, that all of us as a unit aren't quite ahead of the fungus yet...." Tony flexes his hand to fan those issues away. "But you've been missing. What's kept you away from all this bliss?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
There's an amused snort at the robot hijinks. Of course Tony's drink takes priority. "Yeah, two of you might be a bit much. Good your getting sleep though, man." That last bit was earnest. "Hope Pepper gets well soon."

The rest is considered as Clint leans back in his chair, hands behind his head. A nod is given to the connections, "Glad we're pulling together, we should all be on the same page when it comes to saving the world rather than tripping over each other. And new recruits? Who?"

What Clint had been up to is met with another "Heh. Technically, a vacation," he says with a hint of a sardoic smile. "Skye and I were supposed to be following up on a file we found on the Rising Tide thing, stuff having to do with where she came from, ended up tripping over a gang, and then the Benefactor, that guy behind the Rising Tide stuff, we ran into him working on some joint project with Hydra over there. Broke it up, but the guy's gathering scary amounts of info on the back of the whole Rising Tide thing. Looks like breaking the internet was only part of the game, they set themselves up to be able to monitor the data flowing through it when it came back up and are using that for god knows what now."

Iron Man has posed:
    "Yes, me too. She's still trying to work. I barricaded her off. But that means I get to do more. Well. or JARVIS does. I'm delegating," Tony says in an overly innocent manner. He's probably not doing much more work than usual, by that tone. "And keeping my party planning to a dull roar." Tony is considerate.

    "Vacation. Used up all your vacation days for this year," Tony helpfully points out. "Great. So while we're trying to get weeds out of our yard, they're using this time to continue with whatever their nonsense is?" Tony asks, rubbing his jawline slowly, along the edge of his goatee. "I'd almost prefer them. Not just almost: I WOULD prefer them. This biological nonsense isn't my field. Want to trade?" Tony jokes.

    "Possible new recruits-- Nuala. Spider-Woman. A healer Spider-Woman found. Possibly bringing She-Hulk in if she wants. Looking at a few others, but those are the main ones I'm personally staring at; mostly women, which is a nice bonus."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs, "Barricaded huh? You're checking to make sure she's not trying to tunnel out of the penthouse down to her office?" he asks with a grin. The mention of parties earns a grimace from Clint, "Sorry I missed your birthday by the way," he says. "Was away for mine too," he adds.

"Pretty much," Clint confirms of the Benefactor. "With aliens falling from the sky and fungus eating up all the food it's got to be pretty easy for a lot of stuff to slide under the radar. Got to imagine the Benefactor isn't the only one pulling stuff while we're looking elsewhere."

He smiles at the idea of trading, "Hey you think you have it bad? Look at me, I can't shoot the internet, and I don't think arrows are going to take care of the fungus thing either," he says light-heartedly. "That said, I'm back on duty, so I'm game to help where I can. As for the net thing, I'll let Skye know to pull your coat about it, she's taking point, it's way more her thing than mine," he says then the smile becomes a grin. "I am sure you don't mind another thing on your plate, right?"

There are nods for some of the prospects he knows. "Jen and Jess would be good to have," he says of She-Hulk and Spider-Woman. Everyone knows Jen, and Jess, was another SHIELDie. "And a healer? Of course one shows up now." Clint grouses lightly. "Also, who's Nuala? Haven't heard of her."

Iron Man has posed:
    "A personal slight, not easily forgotten," Tony says, in a way that suggests that he might have forgotten or at least brushed it away as not all that important, really. Tony isn't extremely aware of who does or doesn't show to a party. He didn't notice Pepper wasn't there for a while, after all. Or more, doesn't take a no-show personally. That doesn't mean he can't use it as a way to poke at his friend, of course.

    "You had a birthday? Getting wise like me? Well, better than the alternative." Tony continues to relax on the couch, though he's listening: Clint isn't sharing Tony's attention for the moment with some other distraction. At least, not a shiny technical one, at any rate. The robots occasionally get a bored glance but not more than that.

    "Yeah, don't let me get bored. Besides, I know I'm needed. What would the world do without me here to save it?" Tony smiles. "Nuala is extraterrestrial. Advanced tech, various space libraries of information. Done a lot for the Asgardians, and Thor personally. The healer's .... a kid. Nice and trainable." A wink.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Snorrting about the slight, Clint smirks, "Yeah, have them every year, wierd how it happens," he says before considering a moment, "Well, older anyhow. Not sure about wiser, I did spend my vacation, basically working, I figure a wiser man might actually rest a bit."

Not that Clint had any real complaints.

Unfolding his hands from behind his head and leaning forward he continues to grin, "Right? I know there's so little going on I figured you'd be dying for one more thing, especially with Pepper sick. "And heh, well you did save the net once, no fair if the badguys break it again, or turn it to evil or whatever they're doing."

"No way? Like really an alien?" Clint asks suddenly interested who this Nuala was. Close as their team got was Carol, who was just alien powered or whatever her deal was. A nod is given for about the healer. "Drake 2.0, huh? Well, with all the trouble we get into, a healer would be great to have around if they're up for it, what's their name?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "Maybe. I'll rest when I'm injured," Tony answers, shrugging. No, he won't. "No, I won't." He appends, "But you did spend it with Skye, so it can't have been that terrible," Tony suggests with a loft of brows.

    "Well that's why I'm hiring on more help. I still get credit." Tony's little robot that took the drink away has returned, setting the refill down near him. "You want something, tell her," Tony suggests of Clint, at the robot that is already ignoring Clint and starting to go back to something to do with a box of test tubes.

    "Yes, space ship, ET phone home, the whole thing," Tony teases Clint. "Went up and saw it. Not too bad," Tony chuckles in his mildly arrogant way. The tech obviously interested him. "Their name. Uh." Tony pulls his mobile device out and skims, referring to it. He can't be bothered to know the name of every new kid. "Josh Foley," Tony declares. "Interested in medical, tossed him an internship. I've a good eye for young talent, get him on my payroll early." Tony stretches, and looks at some flashing information across the way on some of the screens. "Looks like we might have gotten somewhere, working hard down here," Tony reports, swinging his legs to the floor.