Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	For once that they have some time to spare, Clint brought - she might say, dragged - Skye to his own appartment. They usually hang at the Brownstone Appartment, but once in a while, the archer enjoys coming back to his building. Yes, it is /his/, inherited - at least officially - from his brother Barney. Now, this might not be the complete story of how Hawkeye came in possession of the dilapidated building, but it's the official story anyway. Hopefully, even SHIELD is unaware of how exactly the building was acquired. Having removed all the archery pieces usually found on the coffee table, Clint has then produced the blue print of the building, which looks as old as the building itself. Here and there, blue or red markings crisscross the plan, showing the multitude of modifications made over the years. "Right, so the basement is almost complete, maybe more comm tech are needed," Clint comments, reviewing the details on the blut print. "Now, 2B is vacant. I plan on advertising it for rent. What do you think?"
Skye Johnson	Skye lay back on the couch, and relaxed. "You know, for as common as we are, we certainly have a lot of property." Mind you, this was the only one either could claim to be their own. Clint's own. "Well, you do. And.." She looks at the building plans. "How many apartments are in here?" And does he want to rent it out to anybody. After all, they had been having the usual sorts of complaints at the brownstone.
Clint Barton	A hand quickly rubs his tired eyes - he has been studying this plan for hours - Clint grins, and sits back on the couch, stretching his strong arms and finishing with a light tap on Skye's shoulder, "Hey, we are /not/ common!" He laughs at that. "Right now, mine and another one are habitable," he explains, "But there are two more that require some lovin'," he points to the plan, "See, here and here. Basically, the third floor needs some work." Pushing the plan aside with his foot, he then rests his feet on the coffee table. "Call me crazy," he says, "Heck, it wouldn't be the first time, but here's my plan. I'd like to rent it to someone who /needs/ it. You see, it's not for cash. There are plenty of people needing a roof over their heads." He pauses, chuckling, "And no, I'm not gonna have homeless guys coming, no. What I mean is, a student, or a lone mother, you know?"
Skye Johnson	Skye lay her head against his arm. "Don't ever change." "So, let's see. Before you rent it, it would be better to rewire it everywhere." Because, d'uh, they may as well make it as secure as they can for Skye. Not as secure as the Brownstone, but secure enough. "It probably wouldn't be a problem to check the electrical over the whole building. It would make it a very simple solution to hiding anything that we needed to bring in." Okay.. she's already thinking of secure lines. But she can use a very simple solution: he's an Agent of SHIELD /and/ the Avengers. Wouldn't it be sensible to have secure lines wherever he would be? Well, wouldn't it??
Clint Barton	Listening to her advice, Clint nods as he is in total agreement with her. It's not that he'd want to spy on his tenants - geez, he would never think of doing such a thing - but if they are to renovate and rewire the whole thing, might as well make it secure. Skye is right on this. She's rewarded with a light kiss on her cheek, "Not plannin' on it," he says, in answer to her never change comment. "Yes, it has to be secure," he says, "And the basement has to remain totally off limit. So, secure lines, check. Basic Internet access for tenants." And of course, he has to think about the backyard, which really is more in the junkyard category at the moment. "Oh, and to redo the roof, and get a new BBQ." The last is mentioned with a large grin, showing his own priorities there.
Skye Johnson	Of course, he couldn't forget the barbecue! Skye smiled as she remembered the number of times they had invited their friends to celebrate it was Friday (Or Saturday, or Tuesday, or whatever day of the week it was). "Always the rooftop barbecue. We should make certain if what we plan is adequate. Either your friends at the Avengers, or the Bobby twins at SHIELD."
Clint Barton	The look on his face shows some doubts about this part. He has always tried to keep both SHIELD and the Avengers out of his private life. But again, Skye is right and they do need secure wiring, which can be damn costly. "Yeah," he must admit, "What's needed cannot be found at HomeDepot," he chuckles at that, "I'll try to talk the twins into it, hopefully we won't need any higher nose into it." Meaning, if it can be done without SHIELD be too involved. "Dang, they'll prolly report it anyway. Blah, I'll sweet talk to Tony first, saying I need better wiring since I don't reside at the Mansion. He's nosy too, but a tad less than SHIELD." He laughs at that. "Do you want to see the apartments? I dunno, they crying for fresh paint, but what color?"
Skye Johnson	"Trust me, if the twins are in on it, because I would be using it, they would do their best to keep it under the wire. But you realize, it won't be as secure as the Brownstone." There were a whole bunch of hush-hush things at their other home, in secret, but there was no way Skye could make it happen again. The Brownstone was one of a kind. "Sure. I wouldn't know anything more than you would about painting." That much is for certain. "They probably could use a fresh coat of paint? So could the other homes come to think of that."
Clint Barton	He's already on his feet, and reaching for a set of keys in a drawer in corner that is called /the kitchen/. There's a mini fridge and a sink, so it has to be the kitchen. Holding the keys, he motions for Skye to follow him. The two apartments on the third floor weren't visited in a long time. Actually, Clint isn't even sure he was there for more than one minute. "Yeah, it won't be as secure," he agrees, "But still better than anyone around!" As he walks to the door and opens it, he waits for Skye, his head tilted as if considering her for a moment. "What? Don't tell me you never painted? Shit, and here I was expecting free labor!"
Skye Johnson	"You probably confused me with your other girlfriend. Vans don't need a fresh coat on the inside." Still, Skye got up, and brushed off her bottom. "So, bottom to top, or top to bottom?" Regardless, she expected to learn as she went.
Clint Barton	Other girlfriend? He has no other girlfriend, but if Skye is referring to his previous love interest, no, they didn't paint either. "You know my previous girlfriends and my ex," he says, chuckling, "And you know that most of them can only paint in blood red, using the splatter technique most of the time." As he speaks, he heads up the stairs leading to the third floor, and proceeds to unlock the padlock on one of the vacant apartment door. Pushing the door open, it reveals as very dusty apartment, almost divided as his own, but with generations upon generations of spiders having left their marks. The rooms are dark, the windows covered with newspapers. It's doubtful that the light bulb would still be in working order. There are a couple chairs in the middle of the room, and that's it. "Well, at least we won't have to move furniture around."
Skye Johnson	"They still do it better than me." Albeit painting of another kind. "I don't suppose Kate killed many either?" She wasn't a girlfriend, though Skye very often teased him about her. But when the opened the first one on the upper floor Skye just *looked* at it. "You don't suppose we could shut the door and pretend it doesn't exist, do you?" Forgot about painting, what washing and cleaning?! "We may be better to have friends for a cleanup barbecue." Good grief!
Clint Barton	Clint's laughter echoes in the empty room, as he walks in, starting to remove the newspapers from the window. "Ah no, definitely not a killer, but she would not be afraid of this, hrm, challenge!" he says, waving his hand around, "This will be easy, trust me." Huh, sure. Maybe Skye's right again, and they will need help. What with both their busy schedules - and also unpredictable duty calls - this might take a while to put this place back on the rent market. For a moment, he looks around, his enthusiasm seemingly fading a bit. "Hey, whatabout I offer one free month to the tenant, in exchange for cleaning the place?"
Skye Johnson	"That's.." Skye mulls it over in her brain. "Actually a good idea." She did not account for her house cleaning skills either. When the sun comes in, it looks even worse. Cobwebs in every corner. Stains on the floors. And, of course, the painting needed doing bad. Very bad. "Think we could get someone to paint too?"
Clint Barton	Indeed, the light coming in the room makes it look even worse. And it is bad, no kidding. But Clint isn't so easily deterred. "OK, ok, it's in need of lovin', didn't I mention it?" Yes, he did. "You don't think the twins can find a way to have it cleaned?" He's asking, not entirely serious about it. "I'll have pros come in and get an idea of the cleaning cost, before we call the twins." He then turns around, ready to leave, already selecting the second key for the other apartment. "You want to see the other one?"
Skye Johnson	"Yes. Yes you did say it needed lots of love." Skye had to give it to him. "The odds are, what, against the other one looking better?" "I guess it's not that bad. Really. Just squirt the floor and floors?" She followed him to the second apartment.
Clint Barton	Once they exited the first apartment and Clint had locked the door, he lead the way to the other apartment on the landing, also secured with a padlock. Once unlocked, it needed some effort for the archer to open the door, something was kind of blocking the door. But with some good push, the door swung open, pushing against the wall whatever was blocking it. Once a light cloud of dust starts to settle, it seems that this room has more light coming in. Yes, it's coming from a broken window. But that is not all that there is different here. While the first apartment was bare of furniture, it seems that this one has been used to cram as many furniture as possible, from as many tenants as possible, heck, the whole history of this building seems to have been pushed into this apartment. And there are some strange noises coming from the opposide side of the pile of furniture. "Oh," is the archer's only comment. "Please, come in," he jokes.
Skye Johnson	She should have been alerted by the way the door had been closed and needed a push to get it open. Really she should been smarter. Sure, there was better lighting.. but.. At least the floors weren't as bad as the last one. She thinks? Honest? She really couldn't see the floor, despite the wide open windows. There was too much furniture piled up to be certain "Holy shit." Skye could not believe it. "I swear that print was on tv in the 70's."
Clint Barton	And the horrific print is not the least of horrors this room has in store for them. Despite the layers of dust, nothing can hide the bright orange, green, red, blue of the fabric. The light might have tricked their senses for a moment, distracting them from a more potent presence, because as soon as the door opened, it created a draft, thanks to the broken window. Which draft in return, provides their noses with the fresh scent of crap, literally. It's no wonder that Skye could not see the floor, because it is actually covered in droppings. "Ah shit," Clint comments accurately as he steps in, literally, the room and the droppings. "It can't be rats, unless they are Jurassic rats." While talking, Clint tries to get further into the room, which is rather difficult. And then, there is this strange noise again, and two bright eyes appearing in the darkest corner, blinking at the intruders. "Say, when was your last rabies shot?"
Skye Johnson	Thank goodness she had stayed by the door. But the smell? Oh god,with the wind having a direct passage to the door? She gagged for the first seconds. "What is that.. oh.." She began to see *what* was giving that pungent stench. Where she thought the floor was significantly better than one.. it was not. In the corners, and on top of the furniture there were piles of crap. And it seemed that Clint had stepped in one god awful pile. "Huh? Vaccination? For rabies? Neverâ?¦ why?" This did not sound very good.
Clint Barton	Clint raises his arm in a protective manner, stopping Skye from walking in - which she would not do anyway, still. He, himself, is slowly stepping back towards the door. "God I hate to say it, but. Retreat!" He's laughing at that, though serious at the same time. Now it's clear that the eyes in the corner are those of a very large racoon and, if racoons can look mad, this one sure does as it jumps on the top of furniture, groaning at Clint. Probably mama-racoon! "Ok, two priorities here. You get a rabies shot as soon as possible. And I call the exterminators. Urgh, good thing I didn't post the To Lent adv yet!" And with that, finally reaching the door, he quickly closes it and locks it.
Skye Johnson	Skye, other than the possible rabies shot, is laughing too. "Retreat! Retreat! It's not too late to put a condemned notice up?"
Clint Barton	And retreat they do! But not before Clint kicks his running shoes off, almost all covered with fresh and smelly racoon droppings, leaving them on the third floor. "Condemned? No way, nothing exterminator can't handle, for a fee." Leading the way down the stairs, laughing all the way, he pushes his apartment door open, and dives on the couch, laughing. "Here, I thought my digs were bad!" And then, laughter subsides and is replaced by a look of concern, as he removes his t-shirt. Bringing it to his nose, he makes a disgusted face. "Urgh. It stinks," he comments, his eyes then looking all over Skye as a large grin appears on his face. "New priority. Heck, emergency. Shower!"
Skye Johnson	Skye was still laughing. "This is going to eat up all the nonexistent free time we have, isn't it?" When he suggests the shower.. "You know, we could share and cut down on the hydro and water costs if we were to share that shower? Just saying." Just saying my ass.