Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	"Damn it," Clint said, he was looking for his keys, and the phone started ringing. He sighs and goes to pick it up, growling "What?" His mood softens a second later, and then he laughs. "Okay, yeah, I know him I'll be down to let him up. The phone is hung up, shoes are pulled on, keys are found, and he makes his way down to security to meet his visitor, Doctor Strange. Arriving at security, Clint can't help himself, so he leans against the door greeting Strange with a smirked, "What's up doc?"
Doctor Strange	"You must think you're incredibly cleaver, comming up with that one, don't you." Stephen Strange says with a smirk as he steps in closer towards Clint and extends a hand to shake with the Avenger. The grizzled doctor steps into the SHIELD arena without much of a second glance.     The sorcerer wears a tub one his back, with a strap across his chest, but the cansiter on his back is obviously not capable of carrying a bow unless it's a foldable or a magically shrunk one, and Clint would certainly know that a tool that has multiple features isn't a good as a tool that specializes. "Sorry about the wait Clint, but I had to find the right one, to make sure the spell cast upon it wasn't something you could use to kill more people. You know my proclivities well enough that I wouldn't feel right sharing a gift like that."
Clint Barton	Smiling Clint admits, "Yeah, kinda do. But bet you hear it all the time though, right?" He takes the Doctor's hand and gives it a firm shake, the smile the Avenger gives is an honest one. He lets go and leads the way, out of security up into the labyrinth that was the Triskelion. The news about the bow is met with surprise, "Yeah? I figured with the tube that size, you had plans maybe but not the real thing. Does it shrink?" he asks as they board the elevator and head on up to the residential levels. "And about the killing," he says. "I maybe see your point now, at least with those guys, they weren't just 'monsters'. Still think there's a time and a place though. But this bow, it won't let me do it?" he asks. It's hard to tell if he's annoyed or relieved at the idea.
Doctor Strange	"No, that's not what this bow will do, I just want you to reconsider, and realize that that's a life on the other end of the draw string you're aiming past."     Stephen rocks slightly in the elevator as he looks up to the floor counter. "It's something I'm sure you'll appreciate but I am serious about the not killing." Stephen says as he unclips the strap and pulls the tube around to bare in front of him. Popping the top as the doors open and follows Clint towards his room and he clicks his tongue at the decor. "I didn't know you were seeing someone."     Stephen then upends the tube and out falls a smaller, but leather tube... A very very old quiver. The smell of worn leather, that's now somewhat floppy from use and age and the wizard extends it out towards Clint. "I know I promised a bow, but this is something my conscious will live much better with." Stephen says with a smirk.
Clint Barton	Clint nods, looking levelly at Strange. "And I'm telling you, I do, every time, I just don't always come to the same conclusion about it that you do." Though the cost of those conclusions is written plainly on his face. He glances away to watch the numbers on the display change until they're at the right floor. Once in the room, he quirks a brow, "Hey most of this stuff is mine, how'd you-" then he sees it, oh right, laundry day, some of Skye's things were visible at the top of the basket. "Good eye. And yeah, Skye, she's the one who put our trip to Venezuela together, ripped all the data out of their nets," he sounds proud. He looks at the quiver, and smirks, "Not a bow," but then Strange explains that. "So, what is it a +2 Quiver of holding or something?" he asks taking the old thing with care that belies his casual remarks. He appreciates the workmanship, running his fingers over the seams, before he looks up and asks, "So, what does it do?" Strange did mention it had a spell on it.
Doctor Strange	"You were basically right the first time." Stephen says with an unamused look on his face, "It's a quiver that will hold as many arrows as you could possibly need. There's always room for one more." The doctor says with a lifted brow as he looks over the quiver in Clint's hands. "I think, if you require, I could convert the thing into a more modern system, but that's something your SHIELD minions could easily do, given time and the proper care." Strange then glances around the apartment further, not wanting to be a pest longer than he's already been but he squints his eyes briefly. "There is one thing I'd like you to do for me. I have this student, that's, she needs the Avenger's help and I think you could use her help as much." Strange says cryptically as he does.
Clint Barton	Strange's words get a blink out of Clint and he looks down at the quiver again, opening it up an peering inside. "Really, like I could just keep loading and loading and it'd never be full?" he asks, sounding cautiously, intrigued, like he wasn't quite sure this was real or an elaborate joke on his part, though that shifts when he asks the practical question, "So does it know which one I'm looking for when I reach for an arrow?" he asks giving it enough faith for now, to at least test it. The answer to the question would determine if his friends in R&D would need to mess with it before he did. Looking up from the quiver at Strange's request, he nods carefully, "Okay, who's this student, and how do you see us helping each other?"
Doctor Strange	"Honestly, I'm not sure, it's from the fifteenth century, or around that period, enchanted by one of the races of the Moons of Munnopor" Stephen explains. "I am certain it can accept all of your arrows, but it might have been before the advent of trick arrows, I'm certain you can try it out." Stephen says, it's magic, that's usually how it works for those that don't understand it, but those that do, everything goes wrong all the time.     "It is in fact, Rogue, Anna-Marie, one of Charle's former students. She's had a tough time of late, and I feel being on a team is exactly what the doctor recommends." The pun is not lost on Strange, but he refuses to acknowledge it. "Plus with the mutant riots, it might help your public image to have another one on the team."
Clint Barton	"The Moons of Munnpoor?" Clint asks brows raising, slightly before he grins, "Is that even a real place?" he asks, before taking in the rest with a more serious mien. "I'll definitely try it out, but, no matter how it turns out, thanks Doc. This is pretty great." And if there was any doubt of that, he dismisses it by how his attention is split between the quiver and Strange's words when he brings up Rogue. Clint does look up though when the name is mentioned. "Rogue huh?" he says. "The one from the bridge attack in San Francisco?" he asks calling on that all to memorable bad moment from Rogue's past. "That's going to be a tough sell. I assume you and Xavier vouch for her though?"
Doctor Strange	"I do not speak for Xavier, but I speak for myself. I will put my very life on the line for her." Stephen says, looking from the quiver back to Clint's eyes, being completely serious, "I know she needs greater influences in her life than me, and I believe you all certainly do that better than I ever could. Teach her how to be a hero. She can do it, she just needs to learn how."     "So, lets grab some arrows and head down to the range. I could use a few archery lessons myself if you'll grant me the pleasure?" Stephen says with a competetive look on his face.
Clint Barton	A misunderstood would-be hero, hmm, where had Clint heard that story before. "Alright, if you vouch for her, that's good enough for me. I'll take this to Tony and Cap and the rest of the team will vote on it. Got a number where we can reach her?" Clint smirks when Strange says they should shoot together. "Sure I'll grant, but something tells me you're not that new at this." Not like that would stop Clint. "You're on. Never could turn down a chance to test out a 15th century magical quiver. Let me get my arrows." A short time later they're down on the range.