Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	Among the regular hustle-and-bustle of the Chinese restaurant, a couple of SHIELD agents is sitting at the back of the room. Clint Barton - aka Hawkeye - sits with his back to the wall, and although his attention is clearly focused on his companion by his side, Skye Johnson, he keeps glancing at the door. Old habits. Always keep an eye on the surroundings. Avoid ambushes. And live another day. "I'm kind of starvin' today," he says, grinning, "Time for an energy refill."
Skye Johnson	Probably she should have been paying attention to the door, but let's face it, with her usual line of work she forgot. Then again, usually she was at home, or the break room at the Trisk. "Mmm, I'm thinking, the regular." Which in Skye terms meant 'whatever they will surprise me with'. So far it was working.
Clint Barton	Their meals ordered - including whatever kind of beer is available and one bottle of water - Clint suddenly gets a more serious look on his face. It seems that life is a constant fight, everyday brings something else that must be defeated. With a resolved look, he turns so Skye can notice that he is quite serious when he says, "I need to gain access to my /dark/ file. And the reason why, is... complicated."
Skye Johnson	Skye was just about to take a sip of beer, and instead, puts it down. "You know most of those I can get at. Fury gave me quite a long list of what I have access to." Somethings no. But other things? I was necessary to her work. There was a reason that she should never be taken by their enemies, and that was it. "Why. I mean, you told me for a reason."
Clint Barton	Clint glances at his plate, and reaches for the bottle of water, opening it. He pauses for a moment, eyeing the beer in Skye's hand... then shakes his head. Stick to the water. After a moment, he starts explaining - as much as he can, avoiding some details. "I don't want you to get compromised, maybe you can just give me a starting point." Time to explain now. "That man I met, on the last assignment," he starts. "He /knew/ things about me, that /no one/ should know." Another pause, gathering his thoughts,. "Only Fury knows that info. Well, only /he/ should, so I need to know who's playing that game with me. Accessed my file. Used it against me."
Skye Johnson	Skye's face grew very serious. "Okay. First thing you should be aware of me, I never read your file. Okay? In fact, I won't unless you ask me, or Fury makes do it on a mission. Okay?" But the rest of it.. A hand creeps up, as she thinks, and worries her lips. "Easiest way is just to look for it. My permissions. Easy. But I would like to know what are you going to do with it once I get it for you." Of course, he *could* have another file, a level ten, but she didn't think so. She did. But most people were much simpler than she was.
Clint Barton	Listening carefully, taking mental notes, Clint nods. As he continues, his voice lowers almost to a whisper. "It's too bad that you never read it, you could confirm what I'm looking for." He pauses, the adds, "When I joined... Fury agreed that this part of my file would never be open to anyone," he says. "And someone saw it. That man knew it. And I'm gonna settle that." Sighing, he says, "Maybe you can look at it, a quick look to see if there's any mention of... my dad in it, that is accessible."
Skye Johnson	"I look at stuff that are relevant. But you? We were already in a relationship. It would be wrong to sneak up on you that way. Now I know, I could go over it at the Greenwich place. It's as safe as safe could be." Speaking of.. "You know? It was nice waking up beside you." Skye grins. "Even if your bedsheets are Star Wars."
Clint Barton	Ah dear Skye, he loves her for that - among other things - she can flip his mood just like that. And really, it's what Clint needs at the moment. He laughs softly at her comment, yes, that was a glorious morning when they woke up. "Dang, I must be loosin' it, if you had one second of attention for the bedsheets pattern!" Right, his mood has lifted, yes, things will be alright. They have to. "Alright, we'll do that at Greenwich, later." Yes, later will do. No rush. Enjoy the present time. He grins, the grin that tells her /Ok, I'm fine/, just to ask. "Any gossips? What's up around?"
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs. "You were snoring! Of course I had time. Sheesh." She rolls her eyes, but even he can tell she's joking. "Wanna bring pizza? And if I've been wondering, no booze? Bring your favourite pop. Say 7?"
Clint Barton	"Me? No way, I don't snore!" he replies, jokingly. Heck, all his exes complained about it. Even the cats know it. And probably the neighbours too. "Right, deal. Let's finish here. I'll drop by at 7, unless something comes up..." Yes, maybe some imbecile will want to try to break in the Avengers Mansion. Skye knows Clint's life might be hectic at times. "No, no booze for me.. So you'll have to get your own." On that, he proceeds to eat his meal, drink his water, and think that yes, maybe life is good. It has to.