Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	Clint wasn't usually the sort to ask for help but when he did he tended to go for overkill. Unable to actually scare up Pym to shrink the thing, Clint had recruited Vision to help him move his couch from his old place to Skye's. Assuming the Synthezoid was willing to do so. Otherwise, he's just there as a spectator as Clint sweats and struggles with the thing. In all though Clint is in a good mood while he works with Vision. Strange as the sweater wearing machine-man was, Clint kind of liked him. "Anyhow, yeah, I'm living here now, belly of he beast and all of that," he explains. "How about you? What have you been?" he asks.
Vision	Being the helpful synthazoid that he is, Vision had agreed to help his friend move from his rooms at the mansion to.. wherever the heck that Clint was moving too. So it is with a faintly surprised look on his face when they stop in the parking garage of the Triskellion.. and his eyes narrow for a moment before his sculted face regains it's more neutral expression. And of course Vision wouldn't make clint do all the hard work. He's a superpowered synthetic organsism and a couch weighs next to... wow.. this thing is heavier than it looks. "I still do not understand why you would wish to relocate your living arrangements from the mansion to the Triskellion, Clint Barton." he says in a beurtral monotone as he assists the archer in getting the couch into the large elevator and to the proper floor. "But if that is what you stil wish, I am happy to assist you. As for how I am.. I believe I am adjsting accordingly...." he pauses in both words and movement and his brows furrow slightly. "or perhaps I am not." he says, and grits is teeth a little.. like he is sensing something that is.. irritating.
Skye Johnson	Skye is.. being Skye. The countdown to Operation Hammerfall is on and she's back to angsty peering at code. No editting, though, just endless runs through the scenarios and shaking her head at them. The numbers continue to line up like they're supposed to, and while she's no longer plagued with vague feelings of something wrong, she's now plagued with what the hell do I do with myself between now and tomorrow?
Clint Barton	"Nah, I'm just um, borrowing the couch from my rooms in the mansion. I've had a place in Brooklyn for awhile too. I'll still be crashing at the mansion on monitor nights. Maybe we can finally track down that screwdriver bandit," he says with a tilted grin. Of course that was him, but it was a running gag between him and Vision. Hey! Monitor nights are hard to fill sometimes! Clint gets the door open, and calls to Skye. "Hey I've got us a couch," he says, then turns back to 'help' Vision move the thing inside. The Synthezoid can probably handle it by himself but hey, Clint has his pride. When Vision stops Clint does too, looking back, "What's up man?" he asks seeing something was off.
Skye Johnson	There's a vague negligent wave of hand from Skye, who is parked on the old, broken couch, laptop perched on her knees. "Sure.. spare bedroom." She doesn't even look up. In fact, it's rather doubtful she's registered a word Clint said given he knows the couch is not in any way, shape, or form destined for the spare bedroom. But the fact taht she's answered at all is a step up from situation normal when her head is in the ether. "Kettle's hot." It was.. several hours ago. And back to frowning at her screen she goes. Nope. The code still isn't breaking. Somehow that's offending her.
Vision	Usually the mention of "The Skrewdriver Bandit' would make even Vision smirk, if in that way that is totally not a smirk but who know him /KNOW/ he's smirking.. if that makes any sense.. But right now even that smirking-not-smirk is gone.. and the synthazoid slowly looks around, as if he is peering not just down the hallway but BEYOND the walls and corridors. "Since I returned from my sabbatical and my status as a full time avenger was reactivated, I have been experiencing a multitude of attempts to access my processes from outside sources. And teh attempts have gone up three fold since I entered this facility." he tells Clint as he finally moves the couch into the apartment.. that is inhabited by someone else. he frowns, holding teh couch at ease, as he stares at the woman on the OTHER much more broken down couch. "You did not tell me you were going to be cohabitating with someone." he tells Clinton.
Clint Barton	Clint frowns when Vision shares what's up. "Seriously?" he says, exasperated and glaring up at one of the video cameras keeping an eye on the hallway. "Are they making any progress?" he asks sounding worried. "Because I'm going to personally kick Fury's ass for even trying this crap, if he's actually making a run at it I'm going to throw him of the helicarrier." Yeah, yeah, safety, security, all that crap, but an Avenger was an Avenger and Clint didn't let people just mess with his friends. Though his rant of mostly empty threats stops when Vision brings up Skye. Oh right! "Yes, this is my girlfriend, Skye," he glances over at Skye to see if she's even noticed them. The second bedroom comment makes him doubt it. "And Skye, if you can hear me, this is Vision," he nods for Vision to keep the couch coming. "She gets like that when she's working."
Skye Johnson	Skye barely looks up from her spot on the couch. As it happens, she's facing the door which helps facilitate the non-absorbed portion of her brain eventually catching up with the fact that Clint isn't alone, and that he's brought the couch. At least she's made progress enough that she acknowledged his existence without him threatening to close her laptop. "Yeah. Sure. Whereve-- Oh." And there it is. Her brain finally caught up. "Uh..Couch. Hi. You're..You're not Clint." D'uh, Skye. "Hear what?"
Vision	Vision hefts the portly purple sofa into the spare room and returns momentarily, and gives Clinton a look that screams 'Oh please...' and shakes his head emphatically. "The attempts by SHIELD to access my systems, while on a more sophisticated level then most other agencies which are also trying to 'hack' my neural net, are still of mostly a level which could be defined as... laughable." he says matter of factly. "And it is not as if such attempts are new. SHIELD and similar agencies have been attempting to decipher my operating system and files sice I first joined the avengers. For the longest time it has been more of a game than any real threat to myself. But over time it became more.. exhasperating than anything else and there was an unspoken agreement that such attempts would slow down or even stop. When I went on my sabbatical they stopped all together. But now that I am back they seem to beleive that the 'game' is afoot once more.. and it is irritating." He then raises a brow. "Your girlfriend... You did not tell me you had entered into an unofficiated amourous relationship with a member of the opposite sex." he says, then looks to Skye... and since the SHIELD IT detartment has been trying to hack /him/ well.. he shows them how it is done.. And like a breeze through the forest he whiskes through their databases in femtoseconds, running facial recognition against SHIELDS own files. "Salutations, Agent Johnson." he says with a slight nod to her.
Clint Barton	"Really?" Clint says when Vision explains all of this was hardly new or abnormal. He sighs letting his shoulders sag a bit. "Sorry, man. What can I say, I work for a bunch of assholes. You want me to tell them to stop, just say the word." He wasn't sure he could make them stop, but he was sure as hell willing to try and that resolution shows on his face. That cheesed off, resolute look though breaks, when Vision describes his and Skye's relationship. "Yeah, well I looked for cards for notifying friends and family of unofficiated amourous relationships with a member of the opposite sex but they were all out. Was thinking of bringing her to one of our team things though, meet the family and all of that." The whole hacking the system thing, flies right by Clint. For all he knows Vision has the whole database downloaded.
Skye Johnson	Skye is all set to protest the arrival of that very purple couch (now that she's actually surfaced from her work enough to notice it) and make some snarky comment about the 'unofficiated amourous relationship with a member of the opposite sex' when a quiet alarm goes off on her laptop. She holds up a finger, as if to say, 'hold that thought', and peers at the laptop screen, flipping through windows until she finds the one causing the issue. "Oh.. delightful. Who the fuck is this asshole anyway?" She's still got access beyond her level (Fury is going to remember that shortly, isn't he? Like right after Hammerfall) and draws up a connecting file. It's a very PO'd Skye who looks up and glares at Vision. "Right. You're the asshole. What the fuck do you think you're doing. Give me one good reason not to follow that right on back to you and show you how I play games?" Okay, she might just be a /tiny/ bit on edge given tomorrow is game day.
Vision	Vision almost smiles.. ALMOST smiles.. as Clint tells him he couldn't find the perfect card. See, he isn't completely niave when it comes to humor. He shakes his head again, though. "PErhaps we can rec ify that oversight by the card-making industry by sending them an anonymous suggestion." he says. "And there is no need to apologize about your employer's endevours, my friend. Nor is there any need for you to put yourself in their sights by standing up for me, though your offer is appreciated." he assures Clint, then looks to Sky and, once again, raises a hairless brow. "I could give you many reasons, Agent Johnson.. The main one which would be what gives SHIELD the right to try and hack /me/ on a continual basis. I have been forethright with your superiors since the begining that I am not a security threat to the organisation nor the nation itself. A fact I would hope had been proven many times over by my actions which have saved not just this country, but the planet, on no less than a dozen occasions." he tells her. "But I could always put foreard another reason.. That being if your Computer Intel people wish to play with the 'big boys' of the cybernetic and artificial intelligence community they need to step up their game.. or 'shape up or ship out', if you will."
Clint Barton	"Might be worthwhile," Clint allows, lips curling at the corners. "Also, welcome back from the dead cards. Niche market I know, but in our community, comes up quite a bit." He nods about the need not to apologize, but says, "Still. Say the word, Viz, and I've got your back." Then the cyberwang measuring contest begins. Clint flinches, this wasn't going to be fun. "Hey, can we all focus on just how dumb this couch is, and nod get into a fight throw off my careful balance between SHIELD, my girlfriend and the Avengers." He almost said, family. Almost.
Skye Johnson	Skye's features are almost bland as she listens to Vision's rundown of why he's decided taking a traipse through what she considers her baby is not only justified, but somehow her fault (okay, he clearly blamed SHIELD, but when he threw that bit in there about playing with the big boys, her back got up). "Really. So that's how we're playing this. You're going to stand in my livingroom, after poking your nose into my systems, and you're going to tell me that I need to step up my game or ship out? Wow." And since she's got his file up and at hand (well, as much as she can access). "Let's see. Comes to a pissing match with a prostethic dick. That's ironic. And we're demonstrating we're not a security risk.. how? Oh, wait, I know. We'll just hack into SHIELD's mainframe and poke at their personelle files." She's past his file now and tracking the hole, working on a quick patch while setting the groundwork for closing it permanently later. "Nice little trick there. However, it'll only work for you once. And maybe you should have opened with something a little less offensive than fucking with the files of the very person whose job it is to find these things. Brilliant move. Say Hotshot how much do you like your friend here? I'm looking for reasons not to enter that pissing match and so far I'm not finding any."
Vision	Vision Can feel the access ways through which he ghosted start to close and, inwardly, he is pleased. It seems that someone at SHIELD really /can/ learn.. something which he was unsure was possible before. Still.. she has apparently taken his reasoning as a thrown down gauntlet... "I did not poke my nose into your systems. From the moment I walked into the Trisekellion, less than 14 minutes ago, no less than six hundred and sizteen million DDOS attacks from fifty terminals within this building tried to breach my firewalls. I responded in kind. And I did much less damage if any, in my 'hack' than if those from SHIELD had suceeded. Worst case scenarioi for shield they lose data, Except for Bob on terminal Epsilon-Four-One-Nine whose credit score has now been lowered four hunded points. Worst case scenario if they breach my core programing, I could possibly I /die/... So you can call it a pissing match if you will. I call it making a point. Not that I find you, yourself, at fault." he says affiably. "And, for the record, my genetalia is not prosthetic. It is completely functional." he says, then looks at Clint. "I find your couch to be aesthetically pleasing, Clint Barton, and I am not trying to force imbalance into your personal and proffesional life. That said, careful analysis of your paramor's attitude suggests that you have found yourself a match in temperment. In fact, she may even surpass yours."
Clint Barton	"Arrrgh, I just wanted to move a couch," Clint groans. "Skye, I like him a lot, so please, for me let this go. And Vision, I know you're annoyed by the hacking attempts, and I'm right there with you on that, but c'mon man, can you let this go for me?" Clint regrets those words when Vision elaborates on the severity of what SHIELD was trying to do to Vision. "Wait, what they're doing could kill you?" he's back to being pissed at SHIELD himself now, but not too pissed to hear. "Wait, full-" he stops, putting a hand over his eyes as if he could block out the thoughts going through his head that way. "Never mind I don't want to know." The bit about Skye though has him shake his head and sink down on the purple couch. Damn, the thing may look like it's made from 100% Barney hide, but it was comfy. "Thanks Viz," he says about the couch before smiling about him and Skye. "That's one of those no comment things, but yeah, she's pretty great if that's what you mean." He flashes Skye a tired smile.
Skye Johnson	Skye goes from 'give me a reason, Clint' to nose down in the laptop in .03 seconds flat when Vision starts talking. Hey, she's hooked in, with background protocols running, and it's what she does. And it seems he's not tossing her a line of bullshit, either. Hell, Clint at least might recognize the small twist of lips into an almost amused line as a very good sign. "Holy shit. 400 points, huh? That's nasty. Poor Bob. Sorry I can't help you there, man. My ass. Line in the sand. I'm sure the bank will be talking to you about that later.." She reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind an ear, only to pull it back again and tuck the end between her lips in a thoughtful pose. "That's a pretty excessive amount. He's not kidding, Hotshot. What the fuck does SHIELD think he's done anyway?" /Now/ Skye looks up again, actually taking in Clint's visitor with a little less attitude on her part. "Fully functional, huh? I actually have a girl you should meet. Something tells me you and she would get along. You have a lot in common with her." Her gaze flicks sideways to Clint and she shrugs. "I know. Not my best showing. But in my defense this is not a good time to be hacking into SHIELD let alone my files. I'm a little jumpy." Clint should know why. Past the Operation, there's IcedLotus to contend with, and a small matter of her past that hasn't been settled.
Vision	Vision furrows his brow a bit as she mentions a woman.. that he may want to meet.. and he seems confused. "Why would my functionality, which Clint seems to wish to forget I even spoke of by an analysis of his body language, have any bearing on..." he stops right there as he comes to a realization.. and 'ohs', silently.. then actually clears his throat and quickly changes subject. "What SHIELD wants is a countermeasure to me, I suspect, which I cannot wholly blame them for considering I was constructed and originally programmed by Ultron to destroy the Avengers and remakes the world as his Vision of the Future. But Ultron is dead. I overcame my programming. I have proven it again and again. Their fear, however, never fades." he sighs and looks fondly at Clint. "But you are right, my friend. I shall let it go. Also, I find your paramour to be a perfect match for you. SOmeone who may actually keep you, as Diana would say, 'in line'." He looks back to Skye, about to say something but frowns and cants is head slightly. "You will have to excuse me. I am receiving a private communication from.. an aquaintance who needs my assistance most urgently." he tells them and then looks up at her ceiling and flighs upwards.. and THROUGH her ceiling as if it weren't there.
Clint Barton	Clint looks up as Vision passes through the ceiling and when the Synthezoid is gone he looks over at Skye. He'd noticed her change in demeanor as she looked into Vision's claims and it took a bit of the edge of his frustration. "So, that's my friend Vision," Clint says with a smile. "And oddly not my weirdest friend either," he says but then, maybe he was, weird was hard to quantify in the Avengers. "But anyhow is everything good? I didn't expect all this to happen when I asked him to help me. Wouldn't have done it if I had, not with Hammerfall tomorrow."
Skye Johnson	Skye frowns at Clint, but it's not an angry frown. More a 'I'm thinking' frown. "He wasn't kidding about the attacks on him. I'm not sure if they're specifically targetting him because he's him, or if our systems are considering him a foreign insertion. Best guess is a little of both to be honest. And I'm sorry, Hotshot. I really didn't make a great showing there, did I?" Sighing, she sets the laptop aside and pats the couch beside her. "I'm tense. Alarms went off. It was my files. I don't know. I got snappy... and that whole bit about stepping up. It felt personal." He gets a wry smile. "I'm not getting invited to the mansion, am I? And now we have two couches." Which makes her chuckle.
Clint Barton	Clint frowns too when she brings up the attacks. "Yeah, I've got to talk to someone about that. It's not cool. He wasn't joking about the amount of times he saved the world either, so I get why people might be worried about him, but damn, he deserves better, he's one of the best people I know." Clint gets up from one couch and sinks down on the other next to Skye. He can't help but smile at that. "Yeah, was going to have him vaporize the old one, hide the evidence," he chuckles. As if security wasn't already freaking out with Vision's visit. "And really I get why you were pissed, and I don't think Vision took it personally, actually, I think you surprised him when you offered to hook him up on a date. It's not Darcy is it? Because, I'm not sure Viz, is up to dealing with her yet."
Skye Johnson	Skye makes yuck face. "Darcy? No. Not Darcy. Someone I met who is like him. Programmed. Only she's a she and SHIELD had a hand in it all. Long story, but trust me, she's kinda right up there in weird, and says her programming is untouchable by SHIELD. Or maybe it's just she'd have to kill me if I tried. Either or. I just thought.." She leans over and gives a quick kiss. "Sorry I got pissy with your friend. Though it sounded like maybe he thinks I'm okay a bit? At least he didn't ask how the heck you're with me." The rest she nods at. "This whole SHIELD vs Avengers thing is hard on you, isn't it? I'm really sorry, Clint. I never wanted to make your life harder."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs at her yuck face, though it definitely mirrors his own thoughts. "Yeah? A SHIELD made Visonette? Why am I not surprised," he doesn't push further than that. "Anyhow, sounds like a good match," he says shaking his head. The kiss is welcomed and returned and he lifts a shoulder. "Actually, I think he likes you, and as for why we're together, he seemed to nail it on the head, we've got compatible personalities," he smiles a little then. "Though not 100% he meant that as a compliment." This time Clint kisses her and when he pulls away, he nods. "Yeah, it is. And I know you didn't. It's just," he lets out a sigh. "I dunno. I hate being stuck in the middle, but I am and I don't see a time where that changes anytime soon."
Skye Johnson	Skye's gaze drops and she nods. "Yeah. This was supposed to be easier, but I guess it doesn't change that there are bits of you that don't fit in here. Ever think about walking? Just go be an Avenger full time?" She looks back to him. "She's kinda funny. Talks a lot like him even. You'd appreciate the humour of it, I think." Which only makes her laugh. "You think he likes me? But it wasn't a compliment? Why am I not surprised." But he's right. "We're a lot alike in ways. Not sure you've got my temper, though. Say? Why don't you start looking for places that aren't here. Take that stress off the table. You should have a place to live where your friends can visit. And, I'll apologize if you introduce us again. Actually I wouldn't mind picking his brains off the record about a few things."
Clint Barton	Shifting his shoulders a bit, Clint nods, "Yeah, a lot of bits and I think about it all the time. Even did it once, walk, after Bobbi and I split. Didn't last obviously, but it was like you said when May offered you that chance to leave. What kind of asshole would I have to be to abandon my friends here? So, I keep on doing it and hope that SHIELD gets better." "Yeah? Then we definitely need to set them up. I think Vision'd like that, he's a good guy," Clint says of their robot friends. Pausing, he considers just how weird his life has become. He's actually trying to wingman for a robot. He chuckles. "Well, he knows me right, so, yeah may not be entirely a compliment." Her offer though, that gets his brows raising. "Really? You want to move out of here? For that?" he doesn't put up any fight though, he just says, "Thanks." Apologizing to Vision and picking his brain, that gets a nod. "He lives at the Mansion, so we'll go sometime and see him. Still need to show you around."
Skye Johnson	"Still want to show me around?" Skye grins. "Wasn't sure after that performance there. And yeah. I'm sure. We need a place where we don't have pasts attached to it. So we can both feel safe inviting our friends over. Badges and costumes get taken off at the door."
Clint Barton	"I do. It's a big part of my life, the Avengers, and I don't want to shut you out of it," Clint says, and letting her in, well that'd begin with the tour. "Alright, we can start looking then, and try to find somewhere that'll work," he leans over to kiss her again with an earnest "Thank you." When the kiss breaks, he nods at her laptop. "How are things set for Hammerfall?" he asks. "Or do we not want to talk about that right now?"
Skye Johnson	She cups his face to return the kiss. "Well, I'd show you my van, but I think they probably trashed it once they dragged my ass here. So what you see is what you get." Skye shrugs. "Things are as done as I can make them now. I was just watching the sims play out while you were gone. Don't worry, I wasn't touching anything. Just watching them. Doing counts. I know down to the second how long each process should take under the most predicatable circumstances. Not sure I can do much more. We, however, should figure out where to put our second couch? I think they'll both fit out here. Maybe brace the broken arm against something?"
Clint Barton	"Shame," Clint says about the van. "Would have been fun to see where you lived." It sounds like he means it too. He leans into her hand when they kiss, and when he breaks away, it's with some difficulty. "Good," Clint says about tomorrow's attack. He'd spent most of the morning doing light PT and archery practice to make sure he was ready for action. He ponders the couches then, "This one," he points to the nearby wall. "Against there, and the purple monstrosity," he scratches his chin. "There?" he says indicating the space beside the old couch, just sort of at an angle so everyone could face the TV and game system to some degree. "And that couch looked way less purple in my room at the mansion."
Skye Johnson	"That is one ugly couch," Skye mutters, looking at it. The kiss leaves her as reluctant to end it as he is. "Move them around until we like them then introduce the new couch to the new place?"
Clint Barton	Agreeing, Clint nods. "Yeah, it really is. Maybe we can find some blankets for it." "That'd work, but maybe in the morning?" he asks thinking back on the kiss and wanting more. Of course in the morning they'd be bound to who knows where on Hammerfall. Still, Clint leans in to kiss her again, looking to keep their minds off all of that, even for awhile.
Skye Johnson	"Mmmm, blankets. Might help." She knows what he's up to with the kiss, even if his reaction and her own to it isn't forced or faked. "Morning.. think we'll have time before mission?" She thinks about it and all she can think is how uncertain things will be until all of this is over, and suddenly two out of place couches in their livingroom seems like the least of their problems. And while moving them about would also be a thing to distract from what's to happen, she can think of better ways to be distracted, and none of them involve moving furniture. "Could just head into the bedroom and pretend none of this exists." As much as to say not even the laptop on the coffee table still running scenarios and spewing out numbers.
Clint Barton	Nodding about the blankets, Clint says, "Sure," he says but he's not sure about how much time they'll have. He's just sure he doesn't want to think about it. Missions had a way of putting a big question mark over everything, so it was either live in the moment or regret it later if things go wrong. Clint gets up and offers his hand to Skye, saying of going to the bedroom and forgetting everything but each other, "Sounds like a plan to me."
Skye Johnson	Skye wordlessly takes Clint's hand and accompanies him on the short walk to their bedroom. Taking her time. Tonight? Tonight would be all about slowly savouring things. Tomorrow? Tommorrow would be for other things. She reaches over and closes her laptop. She'd done all she could do there now. It would or wouldn't be. She couldn't change that anymore.