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Andrea	It's mid-afternoon in New York City and the world is busy down below with the hustle and bustle of people traveling about for work, lunch or entertainment. Tucked away in her Penthouse is Andrea, currently dancing around the living room with the loud rumbling of Kim Petras famous single, Heart To Break. The popstarlet is home alone and thus she is working off some energy. Though most of the walls are sound proofed, the low bumping of bass can still be heard out in the hallway past the elevator. Today she is dressed in a pair of swishy workout shorts, a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of black Addidas sneakers. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail and tied tightly so now to flop into her face. Some people do cardio, she likes to dance. A large mirror has been mounted on the wall in front of her so that she can watch herself. Though this may not be her song, choreography is still important and she is looking to hit every move from the music video being displayed above. The backdoors of the Penthouse is wide open to let fresh air in, with the beautiful scene of New York in the background. At this height, she has very few neighbors who can peek in on her, though 'Andrea Jackson dancing in living room' is hardly TMZ worthy.
Clint Barton	Above the sound of the music, another, very quick sound of something tearing the air, followed by a slight impact sound. A grapling arrow perfectly aimed, allowing Special Agent Barton to easily reach the backdoors. It is a matter of a second for him to peruse the interior of the large room as if to assess all of its content at once - individuals, secondary exits, cameras, immediate or possible threats. Clint then stands by the backdoor, bow in hand, at the ready, no arrow notched in. No need to look agressive. There she is, no need to check intel for confirmation, what man in his right sense could not recognize her - and maybe have a nice look at her as well. Sure doesn't hurt the eyes! Focus Barton. "Miss Jackson, " he starts, loud enough for her to hear him, in case she didn't notice his unannounced arrival. " Sorry for dropping by like that. "
Andrea	The sound of whizzing catches Andrea's enhanced senses as her ears practically 'perk'. She moves quickly as she whirls around to face the back door, throwing her fists upwards in a ground-to-sky formation as her feet shift. A low 'rumble' echoes in her throat as she prepares for a fight, that is untl she sees that it's the Avenger, Hawkeye. For a moment, she looked incredibly fierce and 'feral' as her eyes grow darker. Though the world doesn't know of her mutant ability, there has been whispers and rumors of a monster lurking inside her. She lets out a heavy breath, then drops her guard down a bit. "You could have just used the door and knocked. The bellhop would have let you up." Her voice is cautious as she makes her way towards him, walking with an untamed confidence as her chin jerks upwards, eyes settling straight into his. She is the Alpha of her territory. "What's going on? I don't normally have Avengers showing up on my balcony. I'd know if the place was on fire."
Clint Barton	Returning his bow to the quiver, now that Andrea didn't go all crazy on him, Clint steps in. "Yeah, but my way is more fun, " he says in reply to her mention of using the front door. With a gesture of his hand toward the speakers, as if to ask for her to turn the music off, he returns her gaze. His might be a bit lingering, appreciating her form, and maybe studying her as well. This only lasts a moment, as the Avenger is set on his mission. "I thought you could help me, " he explains, almost matter-of-factly, as if any information he is looking for would be shared without question. " For information on someone. "
Andrea	Reaching to tap a device strapped to her arm, Andrea turns the music off. Cracking her neck to one side, she folds her arms over her chest. "Your way is considered breaking and entering. It's bad enough I have the pap trying to get shots of me at all hours. Next time, just knock, okay?" As her weight shifts to one hip, she clicks her tongue ring against her teeth in thought. "On someone? Like who?" She asks with wariness in the tone of her voice. Her instincts are fired on all cylinders now as she gives a sniff of the air, which may appear odd for a young woman to do. She has the nose of a wolf after all. "And is this Avengers business?"
Clint Barton	If Andrea can smell deception, she would be dealing with an overload at the moment. Lying, pretending, this is all part of the job description, so while he is not actually divulging the whole truth, this should not show on his face. This skill takes some practice to master, but it's quite useful for poker games. Right now is no poker game. Sporting the trademark Hawkeye grin, he chuckles. "You've got it, door next time. And no, not Avengers business." Glad that the music has been turned off, an air of seriousness erases the grin on his face, replaced by a light frown as he explains. "I'm not sure who exactly, " he starts. "Maybe on the 800, you noticed someone with a specific set of special skills, y'know? I thought you might have heard, or know someone. Kind of new around. The mind reading type, mental projection stuff, y'know."
Andrea	"Why do you need that type of information? I need something more than 'I'm not sure'. You didn't just jump in through my backdoor on a whim because you don't know anything." Andrea says as she squints her eyes at him a bit more. They're intense. Like two dark storms of wild energy rumbling between them. She is definitely not the girl they show on TV and in magazines. "I don't divulge information on those who put their trust in me and Starlight unless it's a /really/ good reason. So, lay all the cards out on the table and then maybe I'll make a phone call. When it comes to /my/ people, I am far more protective than when it comes to you humans." She has clearly drawn a line with that statement.
Clint Barton	Not feeling threatened by Andrea's gaze, but clearly reading its intensity and the will behind the steady gaze, Clint visibly considers her words. You can't get anything, if you don't give anything. The request made for more clarity in the Avenger's demand is quite rational. Turning as if to look at the surroundings, breaking eye contact with her, he sighs, having made the necessary decision. "Alright, here's the deal, " he starts to explain, at first slowly, and then as he turns to lock eyes with her, more rapidly. Like a dam one would have just open. " I think someone played tricks on me. Mind projected stuff, that no one should know. Something that only the dead know. So I'm kind of let's say, unappreciative of that kind of game. Right now, I'm looking for anyone that could do that, mind-reading and projecting? Heck, there might be someone out there, even speaking with the dead. " Clint stops there, waiting to see of that kind of explanation would break Andrea's resistance to share what she might know.
Andrea	Shifting her jaws, Andrea gives a shake of her head. "No, nothing like that has came through Starlight. Most people who call us are in desperate need of help, young teenagers who are being beat by their parents or left homeless and can't get by. We haven't had a telepath in months." Though her lips press tightly together in a thin line, then reaches up to rub at the bridge of her nose. "I know someone who can speak with the dead, but they have to be recently dead .. trapped souls between the veil of life and death. He guides them to their final resting place, but he can't use psychic powers of any type. He's just a guide." "But.. something like that happened to me a few weeks back when I was at a cafe down the street. An ex-boyfriend of mine showed up, shirtless, looking amazing and talking about stuff that was buried deep within me. He said that he wasn't .. who I thought he was, but they're a friend and will visit me again soon. Then I found out I was having a screaming fit by myself in the middle of public with people staring at me. No one else saw them." Her nostrils flare with frustration. "I called that person later and they had no clue what I was talking about. I was also told that my mind was not attacked .. whoever was speaking to me left no trace."
Clint Barton	A flicker of visible interest crosses Clint's face as he listens carefully at what Andrea is relating of her own experience. Quite similar in a way, except his was not a shirtless guy. Small mercies. The idea itself would have made him grin, but the topic at hand, and the problem, are rather serious. "Yeah, I can see the similarities. Except in my case, the person is dead. And has been for a while. " The mention of someone bring able to deal with recently departed ones seems to bring the most interest in the Avenger, as he asks. " That guy, you say talks with the dead? I'd be interested to meet him. I know you said he's a guide for recently dead people. But if the dead /came back/, maybe the link would have been refreshed in a way? " He speaks as he thinks right now, as if exploring possibilities. This is a world - the world of the dead - that Barton is not familiar with, although he seems guinely interested learning more about it after the event he experienced recently.
Andrea	"I'll talk to him and see what he thinks." Andrea says in a non-commital manner. "He doesn't really broadcast his job like that, only because he's the only person in the world who is tasked with this. Most people think he's crazy." She relaxes somewhat a bit more, then heads over to her expansive kitchen to open the doors and roots for a drink. "Do you want something?" She calls over her shoulder as she takes out a large bottle of water. "Did anyone else see your dead friend? Were you in public or somewhere safe like your bathroom?"
Clint Barton	" Water will do, thanks," Clint replies, without hesitation. Crossing his arms over his chests, he's lost in thought for a moment. No one knows of what happened, to share more information comes as some relief. Sometimes, it is even better to talk of personnal matters with strangers, or people not too close to you. "It wasn't a friend, " comes the low voice, " It was a member of my family. " Man, these words seem to make the archer wince just at the sound of them. Walking towards the kitchen, he makes sure to add, so Andrea would not think he is keeping important information from her - that is the deal, after all, for her to help. "I was on an assignment, " he says, " I cannot tell you more about it, only that there was no one else around. "
Andrea	"Well, lucky you. I had 'Andrea clearly drunk in public in a coffee shop' trending on Twitter for twenty minutes even though the strongest thing I had that morning was a double shot latte. Were you in New York City when this happened?" Andrea asks as she passes him a bottle of water. "Just curious if both of our issues was localized or not. Would narrow it down." As she heads for her dining table, she settles into a seat, then reaches over to a bowl of fruit to tug a banana free and unwraps it.
Clint Barton	Bottle of water in hand, Clint follows toward the dining area, but remains standing. "That must have been a sight, drunk in a coffee shop," Clint replies, allowing himelf to relax a bit at the mental image that comes to his mind. "No, not New York. Somewhere in Scandinavia, and trust me, this is all I can say about the place. " Clearly, this is where he draws his own line. No matter how personnal an issue might be, there is a limit to divulging SHIELD business that he is not prepared to cross. "So, that's another difference between your experience and mine. Unless someone in New York has some great power and wrong intentions, the other theory is the dead being at unrest. Right now, I'm kind of exploring all possibilities. Cuz someone playing with my mind, ain't exactly my kind of fun. "
Andrea	"Oh. Well, if you were in Scandanavia, why are you here asking about runaway mutants on a hotline?" Andrea says with a smirk upon her face before she tugs off a piece of banana with her fingers, then pops it into her mouth for a few chews. After swallowing, she takes a swig of water and swallows. "I don't think any telepath is that powerful to hit someone clear across the world at least. Maybe you actually were talking to a dead person then. Also, mutants don't have the real estate on mind controlling mental powers. But those who come through my hotline are young, scared and inexperienced. They wouldn't be hitting up Avengers to fuck around with, then contact us crying because they can't eat, or their dead just tried to kill 'em." Her shoulders lift upwards a bit. "Sorry I can't be of more help."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs at the mention of young mutants fucking around with Avengers. He might not obtain all the answers he was looking for by coming here, but just talking to Andrea makes him feel better, obviously. "You are right, " Clint agrees. " Like I said, I'm exploring all posibilities, including stuff you might have heard through the grapevine. Street talks, y'know. " Drinking some water, the Avenger then ponders. "Then that leads back to the dead, " he says, not adding more on that topic. As on an afterthought, he adds, " But about your experience, there's something fishy for sure. If you need anything to investigate on it, you know how to reach me. "