Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	It's one of the last nice days of the fall, and a wonderful one for a last barbecue of the year. Clint Barton is busy prepping and starting the barbecue. He might not be a baker yet - the bread was a dud - but he knows barbecuing! On the table nearby, steaks are waiting, along with some vegetables. "Skye, rare, medium?" he asks her Well done is obviously not on his menu.
Skye Johnson	"Rare, d'uh. I've unbagged the salad. Check." Skye was given the task she would most likely complete. "Want to stay out? Or.." The cats, Grant and Ward, were staring at them from the inside the patio doors.
Clint Barton	"One rare for Skye," Clint replies, in a mock chef voice, whatever that might sound like. First the veggies papillotes and once they are almost done, he'll take care of the steaks. "Might as well stay out, it's kind of nice today." He then goes to sit on one of the yard chairs. Glancing over in the direction of the neighbours, he grins mischievously. "I might train tonight, with the night goggles." Ah shit, the neighbours will just love it!
Skye Johnson	Skye had brought out a few pops, and opened them, handing him one. "Sounds good. We got the extra range finally up, just to take it down at the end of next month, unless you want them all year round?" The outdoor range was really his.
Clint Barton	Clint accepts the non-alcoholic beverage, smiling up at Skye. It feels so good here, in the sun, just the two of them, relaxing. Not even the cats are allowed out, so feline mayhem will be avoided. Peace. "I'm not sure 'bout it yet," Clint replies, a look at the range as he speaks. "I get the best ranges available at the Mansion and at the Trisk, but man, there's nothing like a good ol' backyard one for the fun. Here, I don't feel like working, just ... having fun."
Skye Johnson	Skye smiles and goes up on her tippy toes to leave a kiss upon his cheek. "I like them too. No pressure, just fun. Beside you look maaaaarvelous doing it. Oh, I bought some Halloween mask to practice on! Want to see?" The cats are hopeful, maybe, of getting yard time as Skye goes to the house!
Clint Barton	While Skye goes inside, Clint returns to the barbecue to check on the papillotes. No quite ready, but dang, it smells good. And he prepared them himself! Yessir! Potatoes, mushrooms, onion, butter. There's also one with asparagus, though he's not sure Skye will like them. "No cats outside!" he shouts, hopefully she will hear him. With steaks around, best not have the feline masters too close.
Skye Johnson	Thankfully she keeps them in , with the help of gushy fuds. It only takes her a wee little but, but well worth it! Finally she makes it out again. "They had some chocolate bars on special. Ah, here they are."
Clint Barton	Clint returns to his chair, not sitting this time as he takes the shopping bag that Skye brough back. Peeking inside, he seems a bit wary of what he could find inside. "Alright, let's see," he says, as he pulls out a couple Halloween masks. One has a striking resemblance with Loki. "Dang, I hope you got more than one, I don't think it's gonna last long!" And yes, there is another Loki, among all sorts of monsters and witches.
Skye Johnson	Skye is tickled pink as he turns out the masks. "Neat, huh? If we put them up before dark, you can shoot them. Heck.. uh, nevermind." For a millisecond she was contemplating her gun. Not a good deal out here. "I knew you'd like them. But the chocolate bars are mine!"
Clint Barton	"Yup, we'll put them up before dark," Clint replies, grinning at the idea of annoying the neighbours. "And don't eat all the chocolate!" he laughs. He then places the masks and bag on the table, and returns to put the steaks on the grill. The papillotes are ready. It is a matter of a few minutes before he walks back to the table, with two plates filled with rare steaks and perfectly cooked veggies - including the asparagus. He places the plates on the table, and sits down. "Dinner's ready!"
Skye Johnson	Skye takes a miniscule amount of veggies - including asparagus - to try. "What are these again? Papillotes? Beyond me." She was trying her best to try new things, with a decided lack of progress, unless Clint was there to encourage her. "So, what's new with you?"
Clint Barton	"Papillotes is the way to cook them'' he replies. "Wrapped in aluminium foil. Saw it on TV, sounded simple enough." He then takes a moment to take a bite of the delicious steak. "Not much new," he replies, trying hard to not turn the conversation around him again, which seems to happen a bit too much lately. "You? You said something about your mom yesterday. You've got some news?"
Skye Johnson	"Whatever," Skye says of the aluminum foil. "They're.. uh.. steamed? Something like." "My mother is not on the island, but I'm going to take a look around. She has to leave some clues for me. Your turn. Any words about that whole hell thing?"
Clint Barton	Clint helps himself with salad, and passes the bowl to Skye. "Steamed, but with /butter/!" Yes, that's the magic ingredient. Clint nods at what Skye says about her mom. This did not move quickly enough, it still has to be worked on. It's important for Skye - and thus, important for him as well. "We'll have to work on it," he agrees. "And what about Hell? Ah! I went to that seance, you remember, we talked about? Man, something weird happened. But no answer to my question. He pauses, then adds, "Then I met that Professor at the Library."
Skye Johnson	Skye had begun to accept salad, and because of that (and copious amounts of salad dressing) piles it on. "Don't worry, we're playing cat and mouse, eventually there will be a meeting." As for his seacne.. "Well, you got something, didn't you? And you never mentioned the Professor of the University. Uof New York, or Gotham?"
Clint Barton	Clint nods at that. The cat and mouse game will have to come to an end, but rushing things might not be the best approach, so he leaves it to Skye to set the pace. "Good question," he says, "I didn't even ask her where she was a prof at." He frowns at that, really, that should have been his first question to her. "I'll check if there's a file on her. Name's Mildred Minerva, professor of Ancient History. We met at the Public Library, I was checking some ancient books. We chatted, and she finally told me that there might be some other mean to reach someone in Hell.
Skye Johnson	"Oh?" This she would have to see. "And yes, my mother learned a lot from my dad's experiences. She wants me, not SHIELD. So we play this game."
Clint Barton	"SHIELD could locate and corner her in no time," Clint assures, "As long as you can cope with it, playin' that game and all, it's fine. I just hope it ends soon and you get some closure." He glances at Skye, to see her reaction. As long as all this shit is not having any negative impact on her, he won't meddle into it. Taking the time to finish his meal, Clint then explains, "That professor, said she could give me clues - she called them prophecies? - that could help me find a path to communicating with someone in Hell. Heck, it beats actually visiting there, and even if it leads nowhere, it's intriguing, don't you think?"
Skye Johnson	"I'll say. Are you sure she's honest?" Sure, he protects her, and vice versa. "Before you go off somewhere, tell me." Sure, she wants to go with him, but is happy to know where he is.
Clint Barton	"I'll have to check her file, if there's one on her," Clint agrees, "But I promised, I'm not going anywhere hellish without telling you. Plus, I got to see what this prof has up her sleeve first." That's a deal. He then quickly places a light kiss on her cheek. "Veggies," he says, "Eat more, then we go and put up the masks, what's you say? We each have one Loki-Ass to hit."
Skye Johnson	"Ugh," Skye laughs. "You would remember the veggies!" But to be fair she tastes everything, even the asparagus, which she doesn't mind. Surprise, surprise. "I thought you'd like Loki. Good choice." And with that she put the dishes in a pile, and begins to divvy them up.
Clint Barton	Clint smiles at Skye, and silently thanks her for putting with him. He really cares about her - even if it means he'll be a pain about eating habits. "T'was good. Dang, to think soon winter will come. Hey, we should get an indoor grill, what d'you think?" He then stands and stretches. The day is almost over. The cats are about frantic at this point, surely they smelled the steaks. "Right, so, training, or, hrm, doing the couch potatoes? Play with ice cream?"
Skye Johnson	"Well, you did say something about night goggles? hrm? I'm going to put the steak leftovers for the cats. Do the dishes, while you practice, and drag you in to watch movies with me." Skye gets up and removes the plates. "Deal?"
Clint Barton	Clint laughs at that, grabbing one Loki-Ass mask and goes to put it up. He likes Skye's plan. But only one detail is bothering him. "Alright!'" he chuckles, "Movie watchin', /then/ we play with ice cream! And no cream leftovers for the cats!"