Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	It seems that every Avenger had occupation elsewhere today, for the Mansion seems uncommonly quiet. Except for the sounds coming from the Game room where someone seems to be playing video games on the large screen. A few select visitors can be admitted to the Mansion, basic security checks complimentary of Jarvis, allow close friends of the Avengers to come in. It seems that Clint Barton has the whole Mansion to himself - which the cleaning crew will notice soon enough - and that he is taking full advantage of it. The Avengers Mansion sounds like a haven at the moment, for even the SHIELDS "babysitters" tasked to keep an eye on Agent Barton were barred from following him inside. With the videogame music blasting in the Game room, Clint is blasting zombies on the screen. Life is perfect!
Skye Johnson	It took Skye a little while to find out that Clint was awol. And a bit longer to hunt him down at his old roaming grounds. He wasn't in Gino's eating pizza. He wasn't hiding out in his Macey St. apartment.. Finally she tweaked: The Avenger's mansion. You had to have clearance to bust down the doors (check!). The food was supplied (checkcheck!!). The medical staff were on call if he really needed them.. It was the perfect place to hide out. Too bad, Jarvis still had Skye on the visitors list. "I swear, you better have a reason for this, running away from SHIELD. Let alone me!" Yes, she was annoyed.
Clint Barton	If Jarvis was human, Hawkeye would swear that he was just having fun at the archer's expense. Visitors had to be announced, clearance or not! As the game is paused, Clint jumps to his feet, turning to face Skye as she comes in the game room. Oh, no siree, she doesn't look happy. Before addressing his fellow agent and girlfriend - although the archer isn't so sure about this at the moment - Clint voices his concern to Jarvis. "Jarvis, Stark will have your electronic skin for not announcing visitors." To which a calm synthetic voice replies, "I did announce, sir. The sound of the game added to your, hrm, earing concerns made it so that you failed to hear me." Smirking at no one, Clint shrugged. He had more important matters to consider, like, maybe answer the irked Skye? He better find a good explanation, unless some super expensive damage could unsue. "Hey, Keyboard," Clint greets Skye with a smile - like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar - "Look, I just wanted to grab a bite and Fury stuck his babysitters on me. T'was nice going out, met Nick and all." He pauses, frowning, "But y'know, meds and me don't get along. Plus, look! I have the whole place to myself and the food is to die for. Well, figuratively." As he speaks, Clint walks towards his fellow agent, well aware that there is no such thing as privacy anywhere on the Avengers grounds. "I was gonna call you, but had to think about something first." And maybe check some information on the Avengers' computers?
Skye Johnson	"Really? You expect me to believe that?" /Skye/ wasn't certain if she was or was not his girlfriend anymore. The whole thing was convoluted. For him everything was as they were two years ago, but to wrap her head around that fact was hard. Didn't she get over him? Didn't she move on?? Didn't she??? But the matter of Clint escaping? She was pissed. The problem is, she couldn't figure out if she was angry at him running away.. Or was she angry he didn't come to her? That was the real question.
Clint Barton	He knows Skye well enough to make an educated guess at what she might be thinking of. Clint sighs, now realizing that the Mansion is no better than his place when it comes to discretion and that anything said here would end up in Jarvis's buffer, Stark's files and even worse, Fury's desk. The only difference is that at least here, the Med Bay is an open door area and the food is excellent, minus the babysitters. "Look, maybe here is not the best place to talk," Clint finally says, reaching for Skye's hand. She will probably detect a faint pression of his thumb as he holds her hand, a quick message passed in morse code. //Came to check something. The time machine, need to see if Avengers know about it. Fear something is up. Dunno what.// As Clint passes the message, locking eyes with Skye, smiling. "I can put my game on pause," he says out loud, "Doc cleared me, I'm free. With a warning to be good with my ribs for a few days."
Skye Johnson	"Oh, you think?" Skye's eyes narrow,as her mouth sets in a tight line. Meanwhile Clint grabs her hand and presses Morse code onto it. "Just because you hate Medical, doesn't mean.. Augh!" Let's face it. She was mad that he didn't go to her first. That stung. Apparently, even though her brain had dealt with this breakup at least a year ago, her heart wasn't quite able to toss him to the curb.. yet. "We can't talk here." Louder then. "I'm talking about you Jarvis, This is between Clint and I. Sorry." She snorts, and turns to Clint. "Do you really think that SHIELD's medical staff would take the Avenger's medical staff at their word? Come on, Hotshot. They probably needed to do /extra/ tests on you. It's not the same as passing their tests with.." She looks at him. "Well, as flying as you get." Let's face it, Clint never stayed in Medical the entire time to make certain there was nothing wrong with him in the past. Why expect this time to be any different? "So, now what? Eventually we have to talk, but.." Her sentence was left hanging.
Clint Barton	*** Master Clint still has use of his private room, where I can assure you, Agent Johnson, that complete privacy is the rule. *** comes Jarvis's reply. With a nod, Clint turns to the large screen and turns off the videogame and grabs his Starkphone from a coffee table, where remnants of chips, popcorn and the like are left. "And I ain't no guinea pig," the archer says as he returns to Skye. "I ain't sure why the big boss stuck babysitters on my back, but I don't like it." By "not licking it", Skye would recognize that the archer suspects that there might be a reason other than to make sure he returned to the Triskelion. Hawkeye might be paranoid at times - and even more often put his foot in his mouth - but it often saved his skin at times.
Skye Johnson	Sure, Jarvis would have to tell them that Clint's private room was not listenable. (Probably a good thing given the Avengers!). It brought a whole new set of problems, though. Namely: Skyw wasn't sure where she stood with Clint. And mostly she didn't have a clue with what she wanted herself. Sure, her heart wanted to go back to the way it was before. Further still, back to the way they were a couple, in their own house. (Admit it, Keyboard, you liked it.) She tried to give him his space while Clint dealt with his past. She really tried. She didn't understand it completely, but she gave him his space. And given that she wasn't very good at interpersonal relationships she didn't know what would be best for them. In truth, she was fucked over if she did or she didn't. "I don't blame you." She finally said Given that it took nearly 2 years for the various SHIELD teams to go over (and over.. and over.. and..) what she was able to do, the limits, her bracers, etc.. she knew intimately why Clint didn't want to be poked and prodded by them. Especially if he hadn't been aware of his 'volunteering' for that kind of mission. Skye sighs. "Now what?"
Clint Barton	Clint offers his trademark grin, one that would probably hint Skye about his intentions. Still, for now, the archer gathers his sport bag full of new arrowheads provided by Stark labs and heads for the exit. "Seeing that I'm brand new and operational, I would suggest we go out to eat." "There's a pizza with our names," he adds, waiting at the door, "I even booked us our table." Yup, he just mentioned /their names/ and /their table/, maybe unaware that his intentions might not be hers. Ah well, a guy must do what he can. Baby steps.