Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	What a long day, really. Clint Barton is browsing some files on his Iphone, a look of utter annoyance on his face. The backyard of the Avengers Mansion is otherwise empty, except for the archer, relaxying on a transat chair. It's all quiet around, the high walls covered with vegetation keep most of the urban noise out. And it provides a wonderful refuge for birds. At that moment, Hawkeye could not care less about birds. Nor, it seems, with any darn report. He tosses the Iphone on the grass, sighing. "I'll grill Tony about it, why waste my time readin'."
Ivory	It's hard to tell what Ivory is thinking. Not because they wouldn't know it themselves, they ppretty much know, but because reading cat faes is extremely hard for humans. And Ivory is waltzing around New York as a cat. Why? Because it's a different perspective to see the world from the height of about a foot and a new perspective is what the designer cat was looking for. Which the wall around Avengers Mansion offers in a totally different manner. Because it gets the whole perspective to some 5 feet above the normal head. A new perspective again! So... a white persian cat appears on the wall of the mansion!
Clint Barton	Deciding that relaxing in the sun is decidedly more enjoyable than any stupid report, Hawkeye closes his eyes - yes, he does that sometimes - and starts to /really/ relax. But that doesn't last long as an artifical, rather loud and annoying voice pierces the tranquility. ***Hawkeye, I have detected an intruder at your location. Identity unknown.*** That's Jarvis, the Avengers' in-house security system - and general calamity in the archer's book. "Awright, awright, take it easy Jarvis" the archer replies, getting on his feet and avancing towards the wall. A look around, and he can't see anything, unless it is hiding in the branches. "Now, Jarvis, recalibrate your darn security sensors... gee, Tony's so paranoid."
Ivory	A wonder that JARVIS can't keep apart a 12 pound persian cat from a human. Especially a stark white one. Because humans aren't generally white and just about the size of an armfull of cat. Though the noise does get the attention from the streets outside to the internal space, the eyes moving to where Clint is looking around, still on the wall. Because, that's where cat's tend to sit on walls, don't they?
Clint Barton	Well, he has good eyes, the archer, he ain't the best for nothing. Nothing on the ground, so looking up, he finally locates a white blur among the branches. Realizing that it is only a /cat/, the archer laughs lightly as he taps on his comms card. "Jarvis, stand down... your /intruder/ is a cat. Man, you do need to recalibrate those sensors!" Getting as close as he can to the furry creature, the archer looks up and whispers, so not to scare the cat. "Hey you, you look a bit too nice to be roaming around... I bet you got a rich old lady mama looking for you." Yes, the best archer in the world will save a lost cat today, and make an old lady happy. Now, to catch the cat without harming it... Then hey, bring it inside to annoy Tony, oh this is getting such a plan!
Ivory	Said cat seems to actually follow the archer with the eyes, the fuzzy head at least trailing after his movement through the garden. Though, what old cat would let their pet sneak out in New york? And then even in this area?! But at least they stand still, no, they sit down even, staring down at Mr. Archer, head tilted. Nice old lady hmmm? Which nice old lady? And who ever would claim you could own a cat?
Clint Barton	"Don't let curiosity kill you, kitty," the archer says in a low voice. "Ok, stay there, I'll go get something for you... You don't move, ok?" It's good that the Mansion is actually empty, the Avengers might start planning on committing the Hawkster as he talks to a cat. Laughing at that idea, but seemingly enjoying himself, he turns around. "OK, stay there... I'll get you some milk. Yes, yummy fresh milk, graciously offered by Mr. Stark himself. What d'you say, hey? That would make you such a special kitty..." Of course, he's not waiting for a reply as he heads inside, to find said milk. He really got a mission to /save/ that lost cat and bring it back to its owner.
Ivory	What might that guy plan? But many people talk to cats. Because... uh... Ivory acually never nderstood why, but they do. Maybe because they think cats are great listeners. No, they're not. Just petting usually helps to keep them around. But clearly, Clint has no idea that most cats are actually lactose intollerant once they are no longer kittens. Well, no need to show him. not YET at leas. But yes, curiosity gets the better of Ivory. What might he plan?
Clint Barton	After a moment, Clint comes out, bringing a bowl of fresh milk that he places on the lawn, about midway between the wall and his transat chair, where he then sits back on. OK, come get your milk... then I'll catch you, and we'll find your owner. I can't really shoot you, so come get your milk." He then pretends to close his eyes, but makes sure to keep one on the cat. Wheter the cat comes closer or leave, nothing else will be done.
Ivory	The cat does come down, but does shun the milk, instead closing in on the man himself, sitting down to stare up at him. Intently. Blue eyes fixated on him. A lousy act... but if you want to try the impossible, why not?
Clint Barton	That's a good sign, the cat moved closer! Tho the milk doesn't seem to be appealing to it. Of course, a simple net arrow would make it so easy to catch the cat, but hey, it could harm it. Hawkeye slowly moves his hand toward the cat, to see if it will come closer. "Ok, come here, kitty kitty," he whispers, "You want to come inside? We've got tuna, y'know? Oh, and Molino wool jetés, you'll love it."
Ivory	Ivorycat eyes up at Hawkeye slowly lowering the hand. Now, that's interesting. Cat person, hmm? Now, while the white persian doesn't climb up the arm, they nose it, then pass along and move to the door he talked about. Because, why not take a look inside of the mansion?! After all they were invited!
Clint Barton	A large grin on his face - he's probably planning some mischief with a cat for the god and indestrutible powerhouse - Hawkeye slowy gets on his feet, and walks to the door. At his approach, the door opens automatically, and thus will give the cat time to enter. Once inside, he waits for the cat, looking around as if thinking about the best room to bring it too. "Yeah, the lounge, that would be cool, 'specially if Goldielocks is around."
Ivory	Ivory follows in, eying the door, then the furniture, the back stretching, the tail doing a little flick. No stray hair falling, but the fuzzy critter does follow, nosing the ankle of Clint again as they stray past, then towards one of the sofas. Cat knows what they want.
Clint Barton	"Ah, I knew it, ye're a house cat!" He walks to the the sofa, and creates a nice /nest/ - yeah well, whatever you call an improvize cat mat? the archer wouldn't know best - with one of the pricy Molino jetés. "Ok, get in here, the girls love that jeté, you should too." He then steps back, waiting to see if the cat will want to try it.
Ivory	Ivory seems to hesitate to check out that expensive sheep wool blanket, instead stretching out on the sofa next to it, intently covering moce than a fair share of sofa as the white cat claims like two seats. Because... cat. Cat's have special rules, right? But it also shows off that patterned collar around the neck. Or is it a neckband? Because it has no tags on it.
Clint Barton	"Figures... cats..." the archer sighs as he watches the cat refusing the expensive fabric, still sporting that grin of his. He then decides to sit besides the cat, give it time to get used to the surroundings... and plan a bit more. "Yeah, merino ain't for ya, I get it. Man, cats are so just like women... never satisfied." He stretches his legs a bit, and holds his hand closer to the cat, intent on patting it. And maybe try to see if there's something on that collar. "Hrm, you might be tagged... you got a chip in there, kitty?"
Ivory	The cat eyes the hand coming in, turning back to the belly so it is protected some, the head following the movement of the hand. Chip, hm? Nope! They ain't chipped. Nobody should chip themseves. Or their cat. And the collar? Just a collar. No tags.
Clint Barton	Finally, the large hand reaches the head of the cat, and very gently starts to pat it. "See? All's good..." the archer says, obviously satisfied that he tamed a house cat. "I bet you don't have claws, pricy lil' thing, hey? Well, I hope anyway..." Nope, the collar doesn't seem to provide anything of use. "Awright, you good... let's have a nap... eh eh, what about a cat nap?" Saying so, the archer gets quite comfy on the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table in front, a hand still close to the cat, not insisting, just in a reassuring gesture. Then he closes his eyes.
Ivory	The eyes close some to protect them from the patting hand, but then jump wide at the silly assertion someone might actually DECLAW their cat. That's like pulling someone's fingernails! But Ivory lets Hawkeye check the collar at least, giving him a little stink-look as he makes himself comfy. Well, chance. Let him doze off a little... And some minute later Cat does cat things - burying under the blanket. Not to hide and nest but because it offers spme protection for something else.
Clint Barton	One can hardly find the archer off guard, years of fighting in the superheroes gig made him super alert to his surroundings. But here, at the Avengers Mansion, he can relax a bit. What can happen after all? Oh yeah... everything. Sure that if the end of the world hits New York, someone will let him know, Hawkeye finds himself in that antechamber of sleep, where reality and Morpheus' worlds start to merge. That is to say, he's falling asleep.
Ivory	Well, what to do, what to do? Well, Ivory has an idea. The sound of fabric getting shuffled aroudn fils the air, some little light. And then? A female voice possibly mixed with Jarvis claiming an intruder again. "You promised Tuna." It's a voice that's hard to place if it'S a tomboyish girl or a grirlish boy, but next to Clint on the sofa sits a literal catgirl with the blanket wrapped around the body. White fuzzy ears, tail sneaking out from the blanket wrap. And a shit eating grin on the face.
Clint Barton	Hrm, weird dream there. Did he hear a strange voice, and Jarvis's, was it in the dream... Instinctively, the hand left along the cat goes to pet the furry creature... Hrm.. no cat... where's the cat. He glances sideways for the cat and... "Whatdafuck!!!" exclaims the archer as he jumps to his feet, kicking his knee against the coffee table, swearing under his breath, bow raises, at the ready, aimed at Ivory. Yeah, he's quick, though not so sure if he's dreaming. *Nightmaring, dammit* he frowns. And that Jarvis voice, dang. "I got it, Jarvis!" he yells, while his eyes stare at the.. hrm... the... "What the hell are... /who/ the hell are you? Five seconds before freeze you on site!"
Ivory	Ivory's hands fly up at the bow being drawn, revealing a T-shirt with a cat logo underneath the blanket wrap. "Hey, YOU were the one trying to bribe me with milk and ofering Tuna!" they exclaim, sending some frowning look back.
Clint Barton	She's got a point there. Still, this ain't quite a cat... Feeling that the threat level is not to great - hey, he can handle a cat... well, even a 5'11" cat - Hawkeye slowly lowers the bow, his eyes kept on Ivory. "Hey, you are... were a 10ish pounds kitty!" His eyes now got a good look at Ivory, and he can't but help a grin to creep on his face. "Now... hrm... ye're a full grown girl, and in deep shit." He pauses for a moment... They will have a ball at his expense if the Avengers hear about this. Good thing no one is here, and he can always /twick/ Jarvis's memory bank? "Alright... I'll see you out." He nods in the direction of the backyard door.
Ivory	Well, what to do, what to do? Well, Ivory has an idea. The sound of fabric getting shuffled aroudn fils the air, some little light. And then? A female voice possibly mixed with Jarvis claiming an intruder again. "You promised something, break it and now throw me out because I show you another side? Is it because I put on girl shoes?" There's a little ripple as the catgirl does two steps towards the window, ever so slightly altering the apearance. It's just a very minor change. "This more to your liking?" Yea, just jumped the gender wall between two steps. "Plus, I know Captain Marvel. She has some of my T-Shirts." Technically true, they had gifted her some to her birthday party. And then danced with Thor.
Clint Barton	NO, major NO. The archer blinks at the transformation, shaking his head. Everything in his subtle reaction screams that this is not to his liking at all. In any ways, the situation must end now, so he conceeds: "I'll get you tuna /and/ milk. But not here, not now." Quick, find something! "What about.. Dominoes, just down the street... tomorrow?" Yeah, like you'll find tuna at Dominoes, gee.
Ivory	Ivory chuckles, eying Clint up and down again. "Pizza, tomorrow noon? Sure, it's a date. Any preferences what I should wear?" The cat designer grins a little as they walk back towards the garden door, winking at him.
Clint Barton	Oh, he knows what's he'd like, don't doubt it one moment! But for now, he really needs to get Ivory out, then try to twick Jarvis without Tony noticing - oh what a mess. "Up to you", he finally replies, "And it's on me... if I still have a job that is." He can't help but grin, the cat... Oh, waitaminit. "And what's your name, anyway?" he asks as they stop by the exit door from the Mansion backyard.
Ivory	The catboy chuckles as he turns in the garden, stretching before starting to ripple and turn cat again, the head turned to Clint still. "Ivory." Yes, the cat spoke. Just before starting to dart to the wall and climber it up.