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Clint Barton	After all the fun and games of last night's training op Clint opted to crash on the helicarrier rather than hitch a ride back down to New York. Now, though he was up and finished his workout, as evidenced by the tank top and sweats he's waring, and since he had a bit of time to kill before the next flight home he figured he'd check out the rest of the RFT deck. That search took him to one of the game rooms, mostly quiet, with a few people playing the old stand up consoles or sitting at one of the tables scattered around the rest of the room. Curious, Clint slings his duffle bag over his shoulder to check out one of the machines.
Skye Johnson	Skye thought she was clever: If she wasn't in the Triskelion, they couldn't make her take breaks. And if she sat her butt in the rec room here on the Helicarrier, nobody would look twice. Who knows how many hours she'd been here already, nose pressed into her laptop, tapping strings of code in; analyzing others. If the cup of cold coffee beside her was anything to go by, it was too long. No candybar wrappers, though. She'd not figured out where the stash of those was here. No matter. When Clint walked in, she'd looked up. Just a fraction of a second, and then back down again. Though it was clear she was distracted after that. Or so the faint furrow across her brow might indicate as she worked to get back to where she was. Or maybe it was the short bark of "fuck" when something on her screen went tits up.
Clint Barton	The curse has Clint turn from the Pac-Man game to look in Skye's direction. She was clearly busy with something, all walled off behind her computer, but still, he makes his way over anyhow. "Hey," he says before finding a place on the wall to lean against. "Going that well, huh?" he asks with a nod of his head towards the laptop.
Skye Johnson	He gets a scowl, but it's not one of any depth or real darkness. "You could say so. What about you? Why are you still here? I mean, I know why /I'm/ still here." Since she's already got things to fix, there's no great loss in taking a short break. Long enough to note, "That was pretty cool yesterday. I swear, when I showed up and Agent May threw those rules down, I thought we were fried. No offense to you, but I didn't even bring basics in." Her lips twist in self-mockery on that one. She knows that was a monumental mistake.
Clint Barton	Clint takes the scowl in stride and offers a one shouldered shrug. "Couldn't be bothered to fly back to New York last night, so I crashed here. How about you?" he asks before a slow smile crosses his face. "Yeah, yesterday was fun, even if you did forget most of your kit," he teases lightly before he says. "Wasn't sure we were going to pull it out of the fire when Croft vanished but that was some pretty quick thinking when it came to May though. Also, never going to let May live that down, so, thank you, from the bottom of my heart."
Skye Johnson	Skye smirks, "You're welcome, though I'm not sure she's going to let me live it down. Patting her down was bad enough, but hanging her from the ceiling?" There's a shake of head from the young woman. "Nothing like last minute inspiration. Can't believe we were so.." Her smirk remains. "I was going to say stupid. Forgetting my kit was stupid. But to be fair, they always tell me what to bring. Hell, before the other day I wasn't even allowed to carry my own weapon without authorization. I just didn't think. After I was thinking, we could have had May on the move." Skye settles back some and look back and up at Clint. "Truth? Though you're likely to end up doing exactly what it is that made me stay here instead.. I've been working on this problem and they keep making me take breaks. Plain and simple." That's right, Skye stayed so she could break HR regulations.
Clint Barton	"It was a good plan, May has to respect that, so she'll probably let you live it down around the time you make Level 5," he says trying to sound serious before he gives up and says much more lightly. "Though if they're not letting you bring your own gun places then yeah, no fault of yours for forgetting your kit, man, they are way tougher than when they shanghaied me into this outfit," he says with a shake of his head. He gives a thoughtful nod at the idea of keeping May moving. "Yeah, that would have been good, but hey, we got the job done and good story besides, so, I wouldn't sweat it." "Wait, you stayed up here to do more work?" he nods at the computer again, "SHIELD work or personal?" he asks, but doesn't peek at the screen.
Skye Johnson	Skye's nose is a crinkle of mirth, "Damned good story. Though level 5 seems like a pretty lofty goal. I thought I was going to be collecting old age security pension as Agent-in-Training Skye Johnson." She'd almost forgotten the other, though, "Yeah. I heard you got shanghaid in. Me too. Something something about breaking federal laws and then they hit me with the big charges." She gives an easy shrug. It was almost a lifetime ago now that it happened. When he asks about her work, there's a snerk of laughter, "If I say personal will you leave me alone?" But he should be able to tell she's joking. She isn't making any real noises about shooing him off, and compared to the time they'd all made dinner together in the break room, and the surly annoyance she'd displayed there at being interrupted, this was positive sunshine. "SHIELD work, actually."
Clint Barton	"Level three then?" Clint suggests with a smile. "And it always feels that way, getting broken in around here, then you save the world a few times and suddenly you're a level seven and still have no idea how that happened," he says definitely talking about his own case. The part about her being shanghaied earns an eyebrow raise and a soft chuckle, he never did do any digging on her after the dinner debacle, he figured he should have though. "Break any good ones?" he asks. "For me it was a lot of robbery. Though in my defense, most of them were bad guys." "Not likely," Clint admits before scanning the room to take stock of the other agents. "So, official work, but you're hanging out here to make sure they don't make you take breaks. Usually the workaholic type?"
Skye Johnson	"Level three? Oh.. maybe," Skye drawls, amused. "Probably depends how many more unwritten rules I break between now and then. But I guess you're talking more about yourself. What level are you?" She doesn't close her laptop, but she does turn in her seat to make conversation easier. "Let's see, does breaking into the security systems of several national banks, major corporations and countless govermental agencies count as breaking good laws?" She's almost.. but not quite smug about it. "It was.. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. All this corruption. I was going to save the world. Stole their secrets to bring them to the light. You do it one too many times and people get pissy, go figure." Finally she points out, "You know, you could just take a seat and we can have a conversation like normal people, or you can keep on hovering and I can keep on pretending I'm going to get any work done. And yeah, I'm hanging out here so that I can work in peace. Everyone seems to think these break things are a good idea. They don't get I don't work like that. You go with the momentum of the thing. I can sleep later." And eat. And you know, see sunshine. Or any other number of human-normal things. She doesn't address the workaholic comment.
Clint Barton	"Seven," he says about his level. "Like I said, no idea how that happened," he says spreading his hands a little. At the invite, Clint does take a seat turning a chair around and straddling it so he can cross his arms and lean on the back. "More normal?" he asks. "Definitely, some good laws and I hear you on the corruption and all of that, most of the worst crooks look respectable and have enough money to keep their asses out of jail. Shame SHIELD caught up with you." The fact he didn't get an answer was enough of an answer to Clint. "So, am I breaking up the momentum here? Hate to step in it twice with you," he asks about their little chat. "As for breaks, I like them better when the job's done. Otherwise I am just thinking about what I've got left to do."
Skye Johnson	"Huh," Skye makes a soft, considered noise. "And you just let me boss you around in there like that." His taking of the chair, and repositioning of it gains her approval. "Much better. Talking to you standing there was giving me a crick in my neck. Never knew what people meant by that before, but I do now." He gets a saucy grin. "Yeah, SHIELD caught up with me. Gave me the join us or die speech. Something like it anyway. I'm with you on the breaks thing." But she does allow, "Oh, the momentum was already breaking up. I don't know. Maybe I've done all I can on it. I keep thinking there's something I'm missing. Some stupid bit that's going to bite our asses later and be my fault."
Clint Barton	Clint grins as he says, "This may be a huge shock, but I'm not much of a by-the-book agent. Besides you had good ideas, if they'd sucked I would have said so, besides, wouldn't have thought of the May thing in a million years." The crick in the neck thing earns a snort of laughter. "Oh come on, I am not that tall, you make it sound like you're talking to the Jolly Green Giant or something." Though he's like 6'3" so, not that short either. He nods about the speech, he's heard a version of it, though his version seemed to make it take longer before he thought of SHIELD as 'we'. "Sounds, bad. So, what can you tell me about it?" he asks glancing back at the other couple of agents in the room. "If you want I can level seven these guys out of here."
Skye Johnson	Skye considers him, "Truthfully? Probably could tell you everything or nothing. I think I've kind of been given the ball on this one, odd as it sounds." Her lips twist about a self-deprecating moue. "You're tall enough. And that May thing was total on the spot panic. All I could think was she was the target - for both teams. And my brain went, well, what if she wasn't there? What if we made it so Lara couldn't reach her. After that?" She looks over at her laptop and makes an executive decision, shutting the lid. "So, you. How long before you sort of accepted you might want to be here?" It's been a long and gruelling process for her. A whole year and then some where there were more days than she could count where she fully planned on walking up to the nearest senior agent and telling them she was tapping out. They could lock her up, she didn't care anymore, but she was done. And yet? Somehow she was here. A gun of her own and a shiny new badge that proclaimed her a level 2 agent in good standing.
Clint Barton	"Huh I can see why you're working your ass off then, first solo project," Clint says not pushing for any information. "Might be that you're just short. And hey, don't knock on the spot panic it's gotten me out of a lot of tight spots. From my end I was all about how do I find Croft, totally forgot it didn't where she was if she couldn't get to May. Good thing the WAND closet didn't have any flying stuff though or we'd have been screwed." The question gets a thoughtful look at the ceiling for Clint. "Probably when I got to know the people here and stopped seeing everyone as the guys holding my leash and saw them as good people who were counting on me. Don't get me wrong, I've never had an easy time here, but everytime SHIELD the agency makes me want to walk, the people keep me here, or at least keep me coming back."
Skye Johnson	Skye snorts. "What what you're saying beanpole." She laughs, though, the sound a nice change from her surly irritation, a place she's been too often these past days. The laugh carries for moments before she gets somewhat serious, "See? that's where we went wrong. Our objectivve was dual. Stop Lara. Keep May safe. But you're right, if she could have flown we'd have been screwwed royally at the end." her shoulders rise and fall with a surprising ease as she observes quietly, "Learning I can't be a one trick pony here. I keep thinking of myself as this hacker who just happens to work for SHIELD. Kept thinking. Probably time I changed that. I mean, I didn't totally suck there. I was ready to give in before it started. Which was pretty stupid of me. And short-sighted." Her features grow softer and she looks contemplative. "Can I ask you a question? It's about that. About people keeping you coming back."
Clint Barton	Clint looks down at himself. "Don't I have to be skinnier for that?" he asks sitting back and putting his hands on either side of his stomach. "Yeah, we totally got scope locked on one thing when we should have looked at the big picture, tends to be a thing with me. So, I guess that's my lesson for the day." He nods at Skye's assessment. "You definitely have the instincts for doing more than hacking, not to get all life coach on you, but what do you see yourself doing?" he asks. When he gets a question in turn, he nods, "Sure, shoot."
Skye Johnson	Skye sighs, "Doing? I was a one trick pony. Maybe they've been waiting for this. I donk't know. This mission I have? Total hack job. Don't have to move out of my chair to do it all. I don't actually know what to think." It takes her a bit to work herself up to the matter. "I kind of stepped in it with Agent Romanoff. She made a comment about you and I said something about seeing Bucky more that way. Stupidly said I saw him as part of the team and she blew up at me. I didn't mean it the way it came across but the damage was done already. I don't get it. All I meant was we'd been on a mission together and I felt a connection. You know?" She finishes abruptly, more than aware that she's not actually asked a question. But maybe he understands anyway.
Clint Barton	Clint frowns not quite following at first but then catching on to where the wires crossed. "I meant, what do you want to do in SHIELD, not sure I follow the rest, so, this mission of yours, definitely hacker stuff, so you're not sure if that's good or not? If you're just making yourself out to be the one trick pony?" See what he means about confused. Clint considers the non-question a moment, "I get it, you and Buck, did the whole bonding through danger thing and all we'd done a that point was have me shoot arrows at you and make a dumb joke at dinner. I wasn't there, so I can't say how the wires might have gotten crossed but if it sounded like you were saying I shouldn't be here, I could see where Nat would have been pissed. She's protective like that, we both are, but she's not unreasonable, if you want I can lay out your side of things and see if I can smooth things over. Your both good people, as far as I can tell, no sense you should be at each other's throats over a misunderstanding."
Skye Johnson	"It was the dumb joke at dinner thing. I said you were an asshole." She shrugs and gives him an apologetic smile. "I call lots of people assholes. Usually when I'm trying not to like them. Keeps them at arms distance. How was I to know she'd think I actually meant it like you were an ass and he was a more valuable member to SHIELD than you?" A brow is arched at the 'not unreasonable' part. "Clearly you know a different woman than I do. And I have to work with her on this thing. Closely. Like we need to trust one another.." She stops herself and just shakes her head again, pushing hair from her face. "It's not a misunderstanding to her. She thinks of you as her best friend and I just shat in your cereal. If we'd talked tomorrow, you'd still be an asshole, but for all sorts of other reasons."
Clint Barton	"Well, given the joke, I'd say you were right on the asshole part," Clint opines before flinching at the rest. "I am sorry for that by the way, totally a case of not thinking before I opened my mouth. Happens a lot." The rest is met with a knowing nod. He was very familiar with the push them away tactic. He was pretty sure they handed it out standard when your parents died. He flinches as he learns more about how Nat might have taken it. "Yeah, I can see her taking exception to that." "I really do," he says about the Nat he knows vs the one Skye sees. "And from what I know of her, she doesn't totally get the whole everyone's an asshole thing you're doing, for her, if you insult one of her people it's a big deal. That said, I really think this can be sorted out and by the sound of it it needs to get done soon. Am I right?"
Skye Johnson	Skye just looks miserable, which for her is a look she doesn't allow often. It's usually measured smirks. Twists of grin. Surly and acidic comebacks. All the things you learned to put on as masks to keep anyone from not only getting in, but guessing the truth. When truth was the only currency you held, you held it dear, and nobody got free coin. Nobody. "It was an okay joke as far as things went. I wasn't exactly polite to you. Didn't really mean anything by it. I've been working on this project and it's fraying my nerves. I'm not just doing the biggest hack job of my life, I'm losing my identity when I do it. After this, everyone is going to know DarkSkye works for SHIELD."
Clint Barton	Clint doesn't stare nor does he look away, he understands he's seeing something a lot of people don't get to and why that is. He respects it. "Yeah, I run off at the mouth too when I'm stressed, water under the bridge for me. And by the sound of it, you have more than a little bit to be stressed about. So you do this job and the past is pretty much burned and there's no old life to get back to, huh?"
Skye Johnson	Skye nods, blinking a couple of times - enough that she has to look past him, off towards an empty spot on the wall, to refocus. "Most of them anyway. Your cred is in your freedom. I'm the man now." When she looks back, her eyes are much more guarded, even if they're just a tad to glittery for her comfort. "I have no clue how to make this okay. I mean, I get it, it isn't a better thing.." She stops herself. "Fuck that. That's a lie too. She's not going to fuck up the mission, because she's too damned proud for that. She'd die getting me past the damned firewall if that's what it took. I guess she's an asshole too. Too fucking many assholes around here. A girl can't think straight." Her gaze drops to her hand, where her fingers clench and unclench into a fist. There's the rub, right? People start getting in.
Clint Barton	Clint turns his head slightly when she looks past him, giving her a chance to reign things in without an audience. When she looks back he does to. "Sounds like you made up your mind about what you're going to do though. I mean, it doesn't sound like you plan on walking." "Yeah, Nat's going to do whatever it takes to make sure you do what you need to do, whatever drama is going on between the two of you, that's who she is. So, you got nothing to worry about there, as for the rest, it comes down to how you want to carry being the man after this job," he says reaching out a hand to put on her shoulder. "Change sucks but it happens, I am not the guy with all the right words for these situations, so if it helps any, you can keep calling me an asshole. Just maybe, not around Nat."
Skye Johnson	For a minute it looks like she's going to flinch under the touch, only she doesn't. There's just a subtle tensing under his fingers, and then, likes waves, it ripples away until it could have just been a thing he imagined. "You're not really an assshole. Think if we'd met under different circumstances or however it is people say this shit, we might have been friends." But he's right, she has decided. "Time to walk was long ago. After the fight with Natasha, May said if it was what I really wanted, she'd smooth it over with Fury so I could leave. No strings. Just a free ticket elsewhere." She looks up again. "Who does that? Who does that anyway? Like suddenly after all this they're going to let me go? And what kind of shitty thing is it to say anyway? Like I somehow am the kind of trash who would just walk?" Her voice had raised, but now it drops again, "I thought I'd done better than that."
Clint Barton	Clint gives her shoulder a light squeeze before letting go. "Yeah, I think so too," he agrees about them being friends. There was a lot of common ground. "You did. May's hard to read, but trust me even though her offer was 100% genuine, I doubt she thought you'd take it, she wouldn't work with you like she does if she thought you were the sort to just bail on us."
Skye Johnson	Skye admits, quietly, "I was." Then she gives a dismissive little laugh. "Listen to me, moping about fitting in in a place I never wanted to fit into before. Making friends and enemies like a real girl." "I like May. I wasn't sure at first if I did. But she's not at all what I thought she was. Kinda like Natasha. You, even. Does it get better at all?"
Clint Barton	Clint smiles looking down at his crossed arms a second and then looking back up. "Better how?" he asks. "Do you get used to it? Sort of. Do people stop surprising you? Not really. We're all sort of a big tangled mess here, but like I was saying, that's the part that keeps me coming back."
Skye Johnson	"She said you surprised her. Didn't get the details. That's about where the shit hit the fan. But you'd earned her trust after something you did, when you'd not been someone she thought she could trust at all." She's quiet when he looks down, waiting till he looks up again to speak. "Better... Better like you stop expecting people to pull the rug out from under you. Trusting that once we're not in a scenario that the same rules apply, only more so, you know?" Skye makes a considered face. "I guess I'm wondering how you know when someone isn't just a teammate, but is something more. And does it stop being so terrifying. And what about you? What's your story anyway."
Clint Barton	"Oh, that," Clint says about Nat's story before becoming annoyingly closed mouthed about the details. He considers the rest cocking his head to the side while he does. "Right, you mean when do you start believing people aren't going to screw you over at the first chance they get? It took me a bit. I'd been worked over by people I trusted a few times before I got here, but in the end I came to realize a lot of the people here are here because they're idealists, even Fury. They may use extreme methods, and they may get too focused on the ends and get into some shady means, but it's not like out there," he waves a hand vaguely at the outside world. "It's not all shady people trying to screw each other over for a buck, the people around here are trying to do something and most of the time they're trying to do something good." He rights his head. "More like a friend, more?" He asks, "It's like you said about the difference between me and Bucky, you just know when you've got a connection with someone more than the people around them. If you mean, like hearts and kisses more, well, that's sort of the same, just less bonds and more sparks. Also, some making out is usually a tip off," he adds with a chuckle and a smile.
Skye Johnson	He earns a smirk for his efforts, "Not sure Bucky and I are friends. We've not spent as much time together as you and I have. More we didn't die." She pauses, then rolls her eyes, making light of the matter, "Fine. We likely weren't all going to die. They were after the alien stuff. And I wasn't anywhere near the fighting, but you know what I mean. Not even sure he'd remember my name if it came down to it. I was just the girl who did the security checks when they all arrived." That gets another eye roll, "Because /that's/ a glamourous job." Skye picks up a strand of hair and plays with it absently. "Do people even believe in hearts and kisses? Probably makes more sense to just bang it out of your system and move along. Of course you're talking to someone who really doesn't do the relationship thing, so your mileage may vary." It comes with a nod, though. "More like how to you trust people aren't going to screw you when they don't have a reason not to." Her fingers drop the strand of hair, and she picks up another, only to drop it as well, looking over. "Funny you should say that about Fury. He seems to think I remind him of himself."
Clint Barton	"I meant generally, like how there are levels to people you trust, like Bucky and me. So, eventually there will be the people you trust even more than the ones you've not died with. You know they'll get your back whenever and wherever, and those are your friends. "Well, I am sure he thinks you're more than the security check girl, he also shot at you during the exercise. So even odds you're the girl who got shot in the butt," he teases as he settles back to leaning on the chair. "Some do, around here, me mostly I think, Nat and I dated, married another agent for a bit, so yeah, guess I am more the romantic than the bang it out of my system guy, but that method has it's perks too, and is a whole lot less messy. So, to each their own I guess." "Ah, that one comes down to each person. Like I said about the friends, you'll know who the people you can trust never to screw you are. The rest I basically trust to be themselves. Which means they'll have certain levers and if those levers get pressed they might choose whatever's pushing that lever over you, but I try not to stress over it and hang with the people I trust as much as I can." That last comment has him pulling a face. "Really? Yikes, that's a scary thought. Did he say what it was he saw that reminded him of him?"
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs, "So I'm the girl who got shot in the butt now, am I? Though, knowing Bucky, it's probably ass. He's not the Cap'n. Though he's okay in his own way, too." The laugh doesn't last, but it does leave her smiling, however wryly. "I guess I'm still figuring out this friends thing. Only took me a year to figure out that maybe I wanted to be here. You might want to check in with me in another year and see if you're still on the short-list." He gets teased right on back. "Dated her, did you? Think she mentioned that. After she said she'd killed her husband. Really didn't see her as the type of person to let people in. Which really says a lot about how much I stepped in it, doesn't it? I was almost under that radar." That Skye recognizes that fact speaks volumes.
Clint Barton	"Yep. Or ass, whichever you prefer. And yeah, Cap is alright, definitely on my list of friends, which is super weird to say, because I grew up reading comics about him, Bucky too and now I hang out with them." He shakes his head before he chuckles. "Do I need to take a number or something? And let me know if there's some sort of bribery I can do, I am shady like that, " he says about the list. "Yep, as much as two spies really date," he says before flinching. "Wow, she brought up the husband huh? It's not like what it sounds, Nat's past is messed up, even by my standards," not that he'd told her his past yet. He pauses to consider that last. "Probably," he admits after a moment. "She'll still work with you though, like we discussed."
Skye Johnson	There's one of those trademark twisted moue of a grin that the girl often gives. "A number? Are we talking for a turn to shoot my ass, or something else here? Because I seem to recall you already shot at me, so you're ahead of the curve now." Her brown eyes twinkle with mirth. "Yeah, she brought up the husband. Something about how she thought he was dead only to find out he was off in Russia working for Hydra? Tried to convert her? She really has an overdeveloped sense of ethics, doesn't she? I probably should have paid a bit more attention before I called you an ass, but how was I to know she liked you?"
Clint Barton	"Well I was talking your friend list, but if there's a line for shooting at you, ass or otherwise, I might take a number there too," he teases back grinning as he does. "Oof," he says about the husband business and holds up a hand. "See what I mean about messed up?" he says before he nods about Nat and her ethics and grins about the last part. "It's true, I am famously unlikeable," he says nodding soberly. Or well as soberly as he can while still grinning.
Skye Johnson	Skye gives a little shrug, and murmurs, "I like you well enough. Even if you really were an ass at that dinner. But we've already determined I wasn't the soul of politeness, so I suppose we're even. Unless you want to make it really official like and do the whole introduction thing.." Her brow furrows. "Actually, about that, I'm kinda going by Skye now. Part of the whole yay SHIELD thing."
Clint Barton	Clint stops grinning when it comes to the serious talk, "Yeah, I'm good with calling that one even and letting it go," he says, before he nods and says, "I did wonder which name I was supposed to call you," he considers a moment then shrugging a little he extends a hand. "Clint Barton," he says by way of introduction, the faint bit a smile he wears suggests he knows how dorky this is.
Skye Johnson	A hand is extended back, a saucy grin on her lips, "Skye Johnson. Agent of SHIELD. Nice to meet you." She shakes his hand, her grip surprisingly firm for someone whose reputation lies behind a keyboard. There's a hint of a shrug from her, then. "Skye's my hacker name. DarkSkye. It's one of the only things I really own, you know? Even Daisy's just a name they gave me. Hearing people call me Skye was a little bit like being naked in the room infront of everyone. I wasn't ready for it then. I'm over it now."
Clint Barton	"Likewise," Clint says, his handshake is firm and his hand is a bit rough to the touch, too many days on the archery range and all of that. He lets go and nods. "I get it. It'd make me a little touchy too being exposed like that. So, Skye was a name you picked yourself?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	Unlike his, her hands are smooth. Only her grip is firm. Skye nods, grinning. "You can be anyone you want on the net. I created myself there. There are people out there who could have passed me on the street and have no clue they've met me online. It's like I'm this whole other person." She gives a one shouldered shrug. "Having my two worlds crash together took a little bit of getting used to."
Clint Barton	"It's a cool name and I can see the appeal, I've always had my face out in public, so, it'd be nice to be someone else some of the time." Probably why most of his supehero friends had secret IDs. "No doubt. But you're using past tense now, that mean you're used to it?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	There's a jaunty little head cant to one side as she shrugs. Almost dismissive in a way. "Fucked if I know. Just made up my mind that if my identity was going to be blown on the mission, that I'd claim the power. One of those moments where I was feeling all idealistic as you say." Skye looks thoughtful. "Oddly enough, it was right after the fight with Nat. May was talking me down off the send me off to prison I don't care wall. Said she'd clear it with Fury and I could walk. No strings. And I thought to myself what a fucking bitch, because she knew I wouldn't. She damned well knew I'd already sold my soul to the place. So I decided that was my line in the sand. Skye."
Clint Barton	"Definitely past tense then," Clint remarks about her decision. The rest is met with a nod and a considering look. "See, like I said, she knew you weren't the sort just to cut and run," he remarks before nodding. "Well then, Skye, what's next?" he asks. "Or is that another fuck if I know sort of thing?"
Skye Johnson	"Kind of a little bit of hit them where they live, and a whole lot of fucked if I know." Skye grins. "Haven't really thought past the mission much. Which is kind of strange. Not like I'm going in guns blazing. But there's this weird sort of feeling of finality to it." A foot is drawn up and rested on the edge of her seat, arms wrapped casually around the knee. "I guess I go to bed that night and wake up the next morning and see what happens. To be honest, I thought maybe I'd be promoted for it all. Except they already handled that." Now she rests her chin on her knee as well. "Biggest job of my life, and I'm working for SHIELD. Like just what the fuck is that anyway?"
Clint Barton	Clint nods about the mission but keeps quiet, standing turning the chair, then sitting back down properly, but stretching out his legs in front of him as he does. "Weird, how that shit happens, huh? You figure your life is going one way and then suddenly, bam and your neck deep in stuff you never even thought you'd do in a hundred years. Like working for the man."
Skye Johnson	"Exactly. I'm working for the man." Her chin remains on her knee, watching him shift positions; waiting for him to get comfortable before continuing. "I'd have asked by now. About the mission, I mean. And you haven't. How come? Other than the letting me come to it at my own pace. We've been talking how long now, about all this personal stuff, and you've not even tried to ask me." She laughs suddenly, "Shame we can't order pizza up here. Wonder what they do have to eat. I found the coffee, but that was a fluke. I followed someone else and they happened to be making a cup. Nasty instant stuff with powered whitener. Tastes like ass."
Clint Barton	Clint grins. "Been around this place long enough to know not to ask, especially about the big missions, and yours sounds pretty big. Though, if you want to tell me I'll admit, I'm curious." The mention of pizza reminds him how long it's been since he ate. "I have no idea where the caffeteria is on this thing, and odds are good the food isn't much better than the coffee." He check his watch. "There's a quin-jet heading to New York in ten minutes, what say we hitch a ride and find some real food. After that, I know some places in the city to hide out if you still want to avoid anyone who'd make you take a break."
Skye Johnson	Skye gives an appraising nod, letting go of her knee, and sitting upright. "Fuck yeah. Real food, and some brewskies." That last with a laugh, as she knows how ridiculous it sounds. "Hate to break it to you, hotshot, but I think running off with you to get dinner /is/ me taking a break. But I might just take you up on that offer otherwise. Though you're going to be the one to explain to May and Fury where I've run off to." She makes a face, then, turning to gather up her things, "Still have to finish the scenario rundowns with Natasha, though. Not really looking forward to that." Things tucked away, she stands and hoists her satchel strap over her shoulder, "What's say we blow this popsicle stand."
Clint Barton	He snorts. "Brewskies," he mutters with a shake of his head. He gets up from the chair, sliding it back into place while Syke gets her stuff. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice," he says with a grin. "Still a good plan though. As for May and Fury, I'll figure something out." Nat was going to be more difficult. "Not really sure what advice to give with her except if all else fails stick to the job at hand. It's what I used to do when I was in the dog house." "Right, let's go," he says and leads the way out of the room as he tries to remember the way to the flight deck from here.
Skye Johnson	Skye makes a bit of a scoffing noise, "Can't get much past me. As for sticking to the job at hand, I don't really have a choice. Too many lives depend on this, really." A random direction is picked and she poitns. "That way. And if we're wrong, you get to pick the next direction. Consider it our next team mission."
Clint Barton	"Definitely going to want to hear about this mission now," Clint remarks as the mission is brought up again. He did have some limits to his self-control. "Again with the orders," he says with a smile turning the corner of his lips. "But fair enough, can't get us in more trouble than our last one." He begins down the corridor in the direction Skye pointed.
Skye Johnson	"Fine. Make you a deal - you pay for food and drinks, and I'll tell you about the mission." He gets a grin as she saunters off after him. It only takes a while before it's apparent that they're going to have to take a turn off the beaten path. Though that's not *quite* giving in to defeat yet. "Hey, what can I say? I'm a woman who knows her own mind. You dated Nat. You'd think you'd like that."
Clint Barton	"Deal." Clint says leading the way down the corridors, taking in the signs as they pass. They don't help. "Hey, never said I didn't like it, after all I've been going along with it right?" he says. They come to a T junction. "Okay, where now?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	Skye casts a glance over, "I do believe the second turn was your choice. Or are you already changing your mind about this arrangement?" Her lips form a line of mirth. "You have been going with it. I must admit makes me wonder what else you like. And if you don't have a preference, let's go left." She waits to see what he decides.
Clint Barton	"Was that the arrangement?" he asks looking at the corridors a second. "And what else I like about what?" he asks sounding just a touch too clueless for him to be seriously asking. "No, no. We have an arrangement, let's go with right. We can go left on the next one," he says and turns right.
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs, giving Clint a bit of a hip check. "Totally was the arrangement, and you know it. And what else you like about women. So far we have bossy. If I had to go by Natasha, I'd say competant. Mmm.. What else?" When he chooses right she laughs at him. "I win. Played right into my nefarious plans." There are a surprising lack of other people down this hallway so far.
Clint Barton	"Sure I did," Clint counters as they head down the right hand corridor the sounds of the gym and the rest of the rec deck seem to fade replaced with more machinery sounds. Clint frowns a little, this doesn't seem like the right way but he rolls with it for now. After all this was his pick. "Bossy, competant, definitely, I'd add smart oh and tough." The passage come to an almost dead end, almost because there's a maintenance elevator at the end of the corridor. "Okay, your pick, do we take this thing or head back?"
Skye Johnson	"Well, you can't blame a girl for trying." Skye chuckles until they hit the maintenance elevator. "I say we take the elevator. We'll either get somewhere we want to be, or we'll set off security alerts and someone will escort us out. Win both ways." "Smart and tough, huh? Hrm. Okay, 3 out of four. I can work on the fourth." She presses the button for the elevator, and leans against the wall while they wait for the thing to respond." After a bit, while the thing makes the typical elevator churning noises, "You do realize I could probably hack in and pull up the floor plans for this place, huh?" Then another smirk. "Or, you know, use my current security clearance. Won't get me into restricted areas, but I own the computers."
Clint Barton	"That works," Clint says and steps into the elevator and the moves out of the way for Skye to join him. "Ticking off the boxes huh? Yeah, that fourth one is going to be tough, hard to get smart all of a sudden," he teases already putting up his hands to defend himself. "I know, but I figured you had to have some reason to get us lost on this ship, figured it would be worthwhile to go along for the ride," he admits as he leans against the wall beside hers, shooting her a lopsided grin.
Skye Johnson	Skye snorts as she follows him onto the elevator. "Actually, I didn't think of if right till now. So if you were expecting me to press the stop button and jump you or something, you're probably going to be sorely disappointed." When he teases that she's not smart, she gives a long, "oooooo, ouch. Point to you for that one." "Pick a floor, any floor, and I'll pull up the floorplans." She pulls out her laptop, juggling it with ease, and starts tepping away at things, fingers flicking over the screen as she moves windows, opening and closing them. "Okay, hotshot, want to keep playing how do we leave this place, or do I start giving clues?"
Clint Barton	Clint chuckles. "Well you were working through my what I like in a woman list, so, the thought had crossed my mind," he admits. He inclines his head in a little bow at her remark about his jab. Then he reaches across to the panel and stabs number 6 with a finger. "Well, given we might miss the flight, clues might be a good idea."
Skye Johnson	There's an arch of brow at the commentary about jumping him, "Right, like that would go anywhere fast. Besides, can you imagine what Natasha would do to me if she found out? It would be, finish the mission, and then I'd be an ugly blot on the carpet outside Director Fury's office door. If you hadn't missed it, she's not nice, she doesn't like me, and she thinks of you as hers." Sky does look up and muse, "Not a bad guess. Six it is. Then it's your other left out of the elevator doors and hang a sharp turn. Only one way to pick there, so I think you'll be able to manage the decision." Taking a turn at teasing him.
Clint Barton	"Wasn't saying I was hoping that was the plan, just saying that it crossed my mind," Clint says as he makes for the door, chuckling at Skye's assesement about Nat, or well until he stops suddenly. "Wait, back up, what's that about her seeing me as hers?" he asks. He leads the way, "You think so?" he asks as she makes jab. When they get to the turn, there is indeed only one way to go and a sign pointing to 'hanger' on the wall as well as if to rub it in. "Wow. Seriously," he says shaking his head and following the cooridor to the right.
Skye Johnson	Skye gives him her full attention, "That's kind of the impression I got. Whether as just a friend or otherwise, I'm not sure it matters. You didn't see how she jumped down my throat. I get she was defending you, but a little overkill much? She.. I don't know. Probably not romantic. She is dating someone." When they get to the sign there's an impish little grin on her face. "See? told you even you could find the way from here."
Clint Barton	Clint takes in Skyes' response, "I hope it's not romantic, not that we didn't have good times but having an ex-girlfriend superspy looming over my shoulder is a bit of a mood killer." The remark about Nat seeing someone earns a snort. "Yeah, -someone- alright," Clint agrees. "Did she tell you who it was? I know, but I am curious if she shared." Clint rolls his eyes and says, "Definitely add not-annoying to the list."
Skye Johnson	Skye shakes her head, "Can't say she did. Let me guess, I'm really going to regret pissing her off." Muttered, "Like I didn't already." There's a snort from the woman, "Have you met me? I think annoying is one of my superpowers."
Clint Barton	"No, like I said, just curious, also, so not telling you who it is if you're wondering, I am not looking to join you on Nat's shit list," Clint says with a cheery smile as they reach the hanger Clint uses his ID badge to head inside. "Well you're definitely super-annoying, so I'd say that qualifies," he says turning back to give her a smirk. "C'mon, they're going to take off with out us and we'll miss out on the 'brewskies'."
Skye Johnson	"Sure. My only friend abandons me to the shit list alone. Why do I like you anyway again?" Skye chuckles, putting her laptop away. He's not really her only friend.. just the only one she's actually formally cemented the relationship with. Darcy would probably kick her ass for leaving her off of the list, were she to know. "Ah. I don't need to know. It's her personal life." "Hey!" she protests. "You're not supposed to agree with me on the annoying part.." But she hustles so that they don't miss their flight. She's actually quite hungry now, and looking forward to that dinner.
Clint Barton	"I've done my time on that list, not looking to do it again, even for my new friend," Clint says while she puts away the computer. "Also, grats on getting to having a friend in under a year. You may live a normal life yet," he teases. "Can't help it if you're right!" Clint fires back over the sound of the engines as they get to the ramp of the Quinjet and head on up inside. Clint taking a moment to say hi to one of the crew he knows before heading stowing his duffle and grabbing a seat. "So, what do you like to eat?" he asks as the ramp begins to close.
Skye Johnson	"I'm rethinking that friend part right now, you know. But I'll let you know for certain after dinner. As to what?" Her shoulders rise and fall easily. "We're not dressed fancy, so burgers and fries? Pizza? Hell, a hotdog on the street would be fine, though it is awfully cold out and I don't think we can legally drink on the street. So maybe somewhere with a roof." She takes her seat and buckles in, preparing for takeoff. "And watch what you say about that normal life part, buster."
Clint Barton	"Keep me posted," Clint say about the friend thing while he considers places to go. "If it's not super sketchy I'd say my place for the roof, the people in my place go up there all the time to eat and BBQ. Though probably better if we grab some food on the way rather than make our own. Super hungry now." He pulls the straps on and buckles them into place. "Yeah, the normal life remarks were too far, I take em back."
Skye Johnson	"Roof another time. When we have a chance to pick something up. And yeah, I'm past the point of waiting for you to make food and just want someone paid to smile to bring it to me." She waits a moment, until they've cleared the hanger bay and are in actual flight before agreeing, "Oh, I'll keep you informed. Least I could do for your help against Lara. But anything else you have to earn free and clear."
Clint Barton	"Cool, I know a place near the Triskelion with decent food and better beer. We'll hit it up when we land," he says. Glancing out towards the cockpit while they take off from the Oddessy and head towards New York. "Heh, I am sure that's going to be interesting," he says with a shake of his head.