Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	Oh, Saturday! Yeah, yeah, SHIELD agents might be called to work any day, anytime. Still, there's something about Saturdays that remains the same: it is usually viewed as a day to rest. Well, by many anyway. Since he succeeded in enrolling Skye for the final phase of the basement project, both had stayed at Clint's on Friday night. As the archer perfectly knows that waking up Skye before 10 a.m. is near impossible, or very dangerous, Clint simply woke up, dressed, got some coffee in and decided to start the chore early. The only sound in the small apartment is the one coming from the bathroom, the shower running.
Skye Johnson	At first Skye roooolled over in the bed, expecting Clint. He wasn't there. "It's early.." She complained. Then again, the gentle noises coming from the bathroom sounded like he had the next to perfect way to wakes her up: a little fooling around time, while getting clean - after all, yesterday was a filthy day, and no matter if they had had a shower the night before, a shower in the morning was a good idea. The first way was coffee. In bed, preferably. Rubbing her eyes she trudged out of the bedroom, and into the bathroom, tossing her camisole and underwear as she went. "Ready or not, here I come.." she announced as she stepped into the shower. "You better make it up to me for waking me early!"
Clint Barton	Someday, Skye might learn to wake up properly before moving around, and the difference between getting up and actually waking up. Maybe she will learn it today. Unless Clint had added a good thirty pounds of muscle and grew a 2-day stubble overnight, chances are that this is NOT Clint. The man in the shower, while sharing the same color of hair, is definitely larger than the archer, and a bit taller. Otherwise, he doesn't seem too surprised as Skye enters the shower. Oh no, he's not trying to cover himself despite the fact that the only thing he is actually wearing is a large smirk on his face as he gives Skye a long, lascivious look. "Sure, c'mon closer darlin', I'll make it up just fine, there's no way.. " For some reason, the man doesn't have a chance to finish his sentence.
Skye Johnson	"What the everlovingFUCK???" /Now/ Skye woke up. But not before she had this /stranger/ in a forcefield. Her hands outstretched to keep him - whoever he was - frozen at a distance. "Who the hell are you?!" Never mind that Skye was buck naked.. and so was he. "CLINT!"
Clint Barton	Now, this took the man by surprise, obviously. Despite the fact that he seems more than able to defend himself, or at least try, the man isn't trying anything. It almost looks as if he was taking in the whole experience of being caught in Skye's forcefield. Maybe even enjoying the whole situation. It could also be very well due to the fact that, even if he doesn't know her personally, he knows who she is. Correction: who she is /with/. "Nevermind the offer, darlin'," the man replies calmly like someone who has seen about everything in his life, "Jeez, baby bro likes them fiery, no shit." Glancing over at the apartment door, the man laughs, "Whatabout you let me put my pants on, before he comes rushing in? Mind you, if you like the view.." his voice trails off, highly amused.
Skye Johnson	"Uh.." With a snort of disgust, Skye lets him go. She might not be aware of who he was, but he is naked, in their shower. He's probably ok. Even if Clint was the one of them that was kidnapped, for their home, in the shower! The kidnapper in that case had clothes on, though. Still, Skye was a little bit nervous in the Marcy Street location, as compared to the Greenwich location, which had more security features. With reasons. Tossing him a towel, she marched right out of the bathroom, picking up her underwear and camisole. Rubbing her arms, and muttering "Fuck. They'll be sore later." Sorta a low muscle ache. Thankfully she didn't do so much that she had injured herself. "Get dressed, whoever you are." Too bad she didn't know him - she might have him turn on the coffeemaker as well! And with that, she went into the bedroom and shut the door. Firmly.
Clint Barton	Having picked up the towel, the man takes his time in putting his clothes back on, the large grin on his rather nice face still an indication of his amusement. After a moment, passing in front of the bedroom door, he mentions - almost matter of factly, "Name's Barney, by the way," he says, headed for the living room slash dining room slash kitchen. "Coffee's ready, I'll fix breakfast. The brat should be joining us in a sec." His voice becomes dimmer as he walks by the apartment door, "D'you like eggs? I'll make.." But the sentence is not completed. That's when the door opens suddenly, and Clint comes barging in, jumping on Barney without asking a single question. For a moment, the whole apartment is filled with crashing sounds - mostly furniture that was already good for the trash bin to start with - and grunts as a full brawl seems to be in full session in the living room. Then, nothing.
Skye Johnson	So he makes coffee.. In fact, by that, someone - Clint - had probably told him about her. But as she dressed, something didn't add up.. Who was Barney? That name should have rung a bell. Who would Clint feel comfortable enough to leave here while he went somewhere else? They had to be close to them, and Barney didn't rank up there. And yet, he was in Clint's apartment, like he belonged here. At about the same time she put two and two together, the rustle of men beating on one another echoed through the apartment. And then silence. "Hey, Clint.. your brother's here." Skye walked out of the bedroom, shifting her bracers into place. Of course Clint already knew that - witness the crashing. "We had a surprise visit, and he was just going to make me coffee and breakfast to apologise." When, really, she had held him immobile. "Let me guess, a surprise visit?" Looking between Clint and Barney.
Clint Barton	As Skye reached the living room area, she could witness Clint and Barney brotherly hugging each other by the crashed couch. As she approached, the archer turns to her, a large smile on his face, visibly happy. Of course, he's not aware of /how/ she and his brother met. "Skye, this bear's my brother, Barney. He uses to drop by without notice." No, the visit wasn't planned. There's nothing like annoying Clint by crashing into his apartment - which, by the way, was Barney's before he donated the whole building to the archer. Barney winks at Skye, as if to say *No need to get into details here* about the shower meeting. "Yup, surprise visit. There's nothing like annoying baby bro, gotta keep him on his toes." The older Barton then turns toward the kitchen area where the coffee is ready on the counter, along with three mugs. "Yeah, I could think of other ways to apologize, but the brat wouldn't like it. Let's go for breakfast." And on that, Barney turns his whole attention to the breakfast task, including cooking eggs and bacon.
Skye Johnson	"To hell with him, you'd have to run it by me." Skye pretends to look Barney over. "Nah, I just have broken Clint to my specifications. Having two Barton's would be too much." Grabbing a mug, and sitting on a dinette chair. "Brunch sounds good, actually." Shortly the smells of bacon and eggs fill the apartment. "Want some help putting the couch back, Hotshot?" Seeing that the table is filled with arrows and bits and pieces of archery stuff. /~So this is your big brother? I nearly killed him.~/
Clint Barton	Barney looks over at Skye, thinking for a moment. It's not for lack of retort that he remains silent, but mostly out of consideration for Clint if he doesn't comment further on this. Besides, the eggs and bacon are ready. Reaching for plates and forks, the older Barton fills the plates. "Yeah, you'd better keep a good leash on him," Barney says, grinning at Clint, "He doesn't have a good record when it comes to women. Just saying." "Shuddup, Barn," the archer replies, a tad annoyed. Discussing exes isn't fun. Before taking his plate, Clint shakes his head and signs back at Skye. /~Yeah. And I nearly killed him too. A couple times. ~/ "The couch is beyond repair. We'll get a new one. I was keeping that one to crash it with Barn. That's one thing off my to-do list." And since the coffee table is also full, Clint grabs one of the wooden chairs that were already put aside for the bin and places it for Skye to sit on if she wants. But hey, the chair can still be used - albeit carefully.
Skye Johnson	"Woah, let's just back this up a second. There's joking, and then there's saying I got to keep Clint under wraps. I don't know how you got on with his other women, but Clint is a grown up, and so am I. If I've got to keep him under wraps that is a problem - both with him, and with me." "If he chooses to be with another woman, he will do me the honesty of telling me, to my face, that he wants to break it off. I don't need to keep him under my wings. And if I do, then maybe I shouldn't be with him. Got it? No more jokes about keeping on a tight leash." Skye pulled a couch cushion and sat on it, instead of a chair. She doesn't trust the chair.
Clint Barton	From her point of view, Skye can see both brothers side by side, looking at her with the same surprised expression on their faces. A rare moment where family traits can be observed in the men. "Well, fuck me!" is all Barney replies, before turning back to grab some coffee. So this is a no-joking-about topic. Fiery, yup, the archer likes them fiery and strong-minded. As for the sense of humor, the same cannot be said. Clint is also surprised by Skye's affirmation, especially since it's 10:30 a.m. and no coffee has been drank yet. Sitting on the chair, since Skye didn't want it, Clint nods at her - they discussed this many times and are on the same page. "Don't listen to him," the archer advises, "He gets his rocks off annoying people." Beat. "Most likely cuz he can't find a woman." Barney groans, and slaps Clint in the back of the head as he moves to rest against the kitchen counter. "Shuddup. At least, I know how to cook breakfast," the older brother states, dropping the ball as the discussion could turn ugly.
Skye Johnson	"We could set him up with Darcy?" Skye lets the topic of Clint's past roll off of her with just that commentary. "But you know, she likes them to be fun and adventurous." /~I know, I shouldn't have blown up. I just, I'm not keeping you. It's not funny. Why do people think we can't treat each other like adults?~/ "Now, just a minute, you can cook the food, but can you make it taste good. Hell, I can cook food, but I wouldn't suggest you eat my cooking." It is a big joke that for all the years Clint and her have gone out, Clint had tried to no avail to teach her cooking. Even May had tried. As well as a professional cooking teacher. So far her accomplishments were: roast chicken, pasta with canned sauce, bagged salad, Mr. Noodles. And the only thing that she was proud of is Chinese ramen with hand pulled noodles. Other than that, she had pretty good take out menus to choose from. Okay, on her own, she lived on Mr. Noodles, cold coffee, and chocolate bars in front of her computer.
Clint Barton	Clint eats his breakfast, which is surprisingly good, considering the minimal ingredients available in his pantry. He was starving, having worked to clean the basement for a couple hours before coming back to find his brother at home. /~He is my brother. I guess we share the same warped sense of humor?~/ The older brother also seems to be hungry, and his plate is quickly emptied as well. He's silent for a moment, as he drinks his coffee. "Good, or bad, is a matter of taste, really. As long as it's edible, I'm fine." Indeed, the brothers have had their share of no-meal days, and bad-meals days. They aren't picky. "So, what brings you here, Barn? Lemme guess, need to lie low for a spell?" Clint asks, as he stands and looks over at the stove, to see if there are any leftovers. But there are none. "Yeah," Barney replies, sighing, "A couple weeks, top. I saw you cleaned the basement, I'll be fine in there. Heck, I'll even make it cozy."
Skye Johnson	"Trust me, even Clint, who loves me, doesn't try to eat my cooking. It's pretty bad." Skye nods her head. /~Oooooh. Gotcha. That makes a difference.~/ She laughs. "We've got plenty of real rooms you can use. No need to sleep in the basement. Trust me, I'll be nice. No shower before 11, or at least put a sock on the door!"