Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	No rest for the wicked it seems. Despite helping stomp down hard on Hydra and getting transported to another dimension for a few days, Clint still has monitor duty. So depending on how much crazy crap happens tonight, he may get a lot of rest or none at all. Either way, he finally gets to deliver on that tour for Skye. They come in through the front doors into the foyer, where the place is all decorated for the holidays, with wreaths, bows, even some mistletoe. "And this is where the magic happens," Clint says giving a little spin in the foyer, as he takes in the place. "Not sure who else is here but we can definitely make ourselves at home."
Skye Johnson	Skye looks about, trying very hard to hide a grin. "Oh god, you're.. one of them." Them is very ambiguous, but at least she sounds amused? "Are you going to get a talking to from mom and dad for inviting a girl over?" She pauses to look around the foyer. "Nice place. Big. Old. So, how many of you live here?"
Clint Barton	Clint stops turning to look at Skye. "One of what guys?" he asks with the beginnings of a grin on his lips the amused look in her eyes was enough to know she hadn't meant anything by it. He walks over to her, putting his arms over her shoulders. He rolls his eyes. "No, but if Cap asks how we slept in the morning, the correct answer is in different beds." His own eyes dance with amusement before he bends down to kiss her. After the kiss he looks around the mansion, big, old, both are good words to describe, it also grand, in the sense of almost too fancified for real people to live in. "We've got fifteen on the roster, a lot of those have become inactive, needed a break after the Invasion, the rest either live here full time like Vison does, or they come and go like yours truly."
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs outright. "I'll.." Her head shakes as she laughs. "Oh, he already thinks I have a potty mouth. I'll try and remember that." Then Clint's peered at. "Do you even have separate beds in your room? You have a room here, right? We're not stuck behind consoles all night? I mean, I can make that work, but I don't think Cap'n is going to believe the separate beds line if that't the case." The kiss stills her laughter, and she returns it, cupping his cheek with one hand. "Well, I'm glad you only come and go. Speaking of, how goes our apartment hunt? You aren't feeling I left it all up to you, are you?"
Clint Barton	Laughing, Clint says, "Well he fucking has a point," he says without any bite to the curse. "And to answer your questions, I do have a room, no separate beds, but I did have a big purple sofa at one point. Went missing, very mysterious," he says with a smirk before he says, "Got to do a little bit of console time tonight, but then the rest of the time I get to crash so I can be a first responder." A brief pause and then he says, "You still haven't told me what you meant by 'oh god you're one of them'". After the kiss he answers her question, moving his arms off her shoulders. "Maybe a little? But then we've been busy, so no worries, did find a couple places on the lower east side, rent's cheaper, plus close to here and the Trisk. Figure that'd make things easier for us." He nods, up the stairs, "I'll show you my room and you can toss your stuff in there," he says before leading the way.
Skye Johnson	Skye protests, "I have no clue what you're talking about. I'm a fucking lady." She even manages a straight face while she says it, too. "And if Cap'n asks, I slept on the ugly assed purple couch, and he'll say, 'lanuguage!' and I'll ask him why he's more worried that I said assed than he is that you made me sleep on the couch. I got your back covered." She beams with the power of her plan. She follows Clint along to his room. "Yeah, sorry about that leaving the ball in your court thing. My head has been wrapped in the mission. And now I have a whole new set of headaches. But it shouldn't be so bad. At least I hope not. And to answer your question, do any girls live here?"
Clint Barton	Clint beams at her protest, quipping. "God, damn you're perfect," he says stealing another quick kiss. The plan? Nodded two. "Ah the old one-two, nice. I approve." On the way up to Clint's room he points out this and that, a picture here (him posed with the team when he joined), another one (Clint with a team at the Avenger's Coast City facility) and a few other odds and ends here and there on the walls. Clint shrugs about the apartment hunt, "All good, you had a lot to do, but we'll make some time to go see a couple of places, see if we like them?" he asks as they reach his room. "And right now, technically three?" he's never sure who comes and goes. "Nat, Wanda and Jan, but Jan and Nat have their own places." He opens the door to the room. It's big, fancy and so not him except for the light purple colour scheme. Though there are some requisite bow stuff laying around, oh and yet more bows stacked in a corner. As for furniture there's an oak desk with a blotter and leather chair, it's mostly stacked with envelopes of varying sizes and shapes; a four poster bed, neat and tidily made; and a space where a purple couch used to be. "So yeah, this is it," he sells walking into the room and letting Skye come in after him. "Bed there, desk there, closet over there, bathroom through that door, and yeah, this how us Avengers live."
Skye Johnson	Skye stops dead in her tracks and gives Clint a 'say what?' look. "Nat?"
Clint Barton	Clint stops when Skye does, turning and frowning. "Yeah," Clint says. "She's an Avenger. So she's got a room here. Why? What's wrong?"
Skye Johnson	Skye frowns a little and shakes her head. "I guess I didn't know that about her. I mean, I never looked at her files. Sounds like I probably should have." There's a sigh from the young woman as she starts following along again. "No wonder she hates me. You guys were like glued at the hips. I'm just some smart-assed chick who wandered in and stomped on your reputation." Her attention flits to the things he shows her, but she's subdued. His room, though, she grins at. "Wow. Why am I not surprised. The purple I mean. The rest.. holy shit Hotshot. A four poster bed? That's huge. We could have a party on it and still sleep without disturbing anyone."
Clint Barton	Clint notices Skye's reactions but doesn't say anything until they get to the room. He does smile about the bed. "Yeah, it's pretty huge, might need four packs of ramen tonight if we're going to get back out before we starve to death," he says teasing her with their old joke. The smile though turns to a serious line when he broaches the subject of Nat. "By stomped on my rep, you mean the fight you and her had?"
Skye Johnson	There's a negligent shrug from the woman, dismissing the matter as important, but it does confirm his thoughts on the matter. That would be when the stomping occurred. Skye does have to laugh at the ramen joke, though. "We haven't had that in ages. In fact, since you took me out that night I've been almost eating like a regular human being." Funny that. Clint doesn't believe ramen is a meal. Skye has been eating real food since he came into her life. It's almost like the two things are related. Hrm.
Clint Barton	Clint remains, relentless. "Talk to me, Keyboard. You're obviously upset." Clint too has to smile at her reaction. "Crazy how that happens, huh? I hear there's actual groceries in your fridge now too. Weird." He gives her a look. Definitely not a coincidence. "Speaking of, you need to beat my ass at archery sometime so I can make you a home cooked dinner sometime. And hey, don't even need to commute to Brooklyn for it."
Skye Johnson	Skye smirks at the offered bet. "I'm sure Merida and I could beat you. Anytime you want, Hotshot. And that Brooklyn commute was a killer, but we should drop in on Gino's? Think?" The rest she gives another shrug to. "Not so much upset as seeing it's never going to be okay, you know? There is never going to be a time in her mind that I wasn't that person. I don't know. It bugs me. And this place is still a little like a frat house." Even with the whole three women.
Clint Barton	Clint grins, like he does when he hears her bow's name. "Sure thing. When we get back to the Trisk, game on, I'll take the both of you." He does nod about Gino's "Yeah, definitely. We're almost out of the beer." Clint nods, "I understand, and I don't know if it will ever be fixed, but I hope so, you're both really great and I kind of hope the two of you see that at some point," a nod then, "And maybe a little."
Skye Johnson	Skye cants her head fractionally at Clint. "I never said Nat wasn't great. I said she didn't like me. Never had anything against her." She shrugs, returning her head to a more normal posture. "Whatever. Any yeah. Think we have one left in the fridge that I saved for you."
Clint Barton	"Okay fine, then I hope she sees you're great, but anyhow, yeah, whatever," Clint says, frustrated by the whole situation, but unable to do anything to solve it tonight. He nods about the beer, "We'll make a trip then." He glances over to the clock by the vast expanse of the bed. "Got an hour before my shift on monitor duty starts, want the rest of the nickle tour?" he asks, his smile returning.