Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	Holy shit. Lara's place, the scary boogeybuilding of brick and mortar was theirs. Okay, sure they got the keys weeks ago, but between then and now they'd had Starling, then the panic about the Rising Tide and Skye's mystery errand that Clint was deadly curious about but had kept himself from asking about. He knew if she could tell him she would, nature of the job. And wasn't it the nature of that job that brought them to Lara's, ahem, their home in the first place? It was a home away from SHIELD and all the assorted bullshit that came with it. Of course that didn't stop Clint from borrowing one of SHIELD's SUVs to help with the move. Skye's stuff had been easy, so while she dealt with whatever it was, he'd moved his stuff in and then swung out to Brooklyn for the most important box of all. The one that held a Gino's pizza, which of course came with a sixer of frou-frou beer. Firing a text off to Skye, to let her know he was home, he nudges the door of the SUV closed, then, pizza and beer in hand bounds up the steps of their new place and heads inside.
Skye Johnson	Skye had come a long way since living out of a van. In fact, looking around their new place as she unpacked her sparse collection of gear, Skye wondered if Genus wasn't right about her. Had she sold out? Okay, he'd not said anything. And he hadn't looked at her like she'd been a sellout, but that wide-eyed envy of the life she was now living? Skye looked at her new digs with different eyes. Had she changed so much? Had she lost her ideals? Had she sold out? She didn't feel like she had. In fact, in many ways, Skye felt like she'd traded for a better way to do all the things she once wanted to. It had taken her a long, hard year and then some to get to this place, but she was slowly seeing SHIELD for what it could be. For the difference she could make within its structure.. And this, this place she was moving into. How did a girl from the system, and then the streets, come to be living here? With an Avenger no less. It was with that smile hovering on her lips that Clint finds her when he returns with their pizza and beer. "Hey Hotshot. Say hi to Gino for me?" She offers him a kiss, not quite at the door, but close enough. The irony of the domesticity isn't lost upon her. "Oh god, we're turning into pod people." She laughs as she closes the door behind him.
Clint Barton	Clint slipped through the door, and when met by Skye and the offer a kiss, he shifts beer and pizza around in his hands, the putting an arm around Skye returns the kiss and pulls back smiling.
Clint Barton	Clint Barton says, "We totally are," he confirms. "And yes, I said hi to Gino and he says, both that you're still too good for me and that we're nuts to move in here, because and I'm quoting here: 'there's no good pizza in Greenwich'. I tried telling it just meant we'd drag our asses across the Brookyln Bridge to come get his pizza but I dunno, think it's the principle of the thing. Like a place is wrong if it doesn't have good pizza." He chuckles, giving the philosophy a little shrug. "I dunno though, this place is growing on me, but if either of us suggests getting one of those fluffy dogs, or gives people stink eye because they look like we do, we're moving back to the Trisk." He smiles then, shifting the beer off the pizza and handing it to Skye. "I know moving for you's mostly meant driving your van to a different spot, so, time to get educated. When you move, there has to be pizza and beer. Chinese and beer is also acceptable, but for that you need plates and forks and things, and," he looks out over their smallish pile of boxes, which looked very small compared to the amount of space that surrounded it. "And I have no idea if or where we packed those. So, tonight, pizza." Odds were good they'd find cutlery and plates still in the drawers and cabinets. Lara had multiple homes by the sound of things, and given the furniture was all there, he figured there were good odds she just moved her personal effects from place to place and the rest just lived where it was. Rich people. Go figure. Still, he was grateful for Lara's generosity, even if it poked at his reluctance to accept charity. Though, paying rent helped, even ridiculously insufficient rent. And while he still felt like he was squatting in someone else's home, he could live with it for all this house could be for him and Skye. He smiles, "Love you, Keyboard," he says as he kicks off his boots. "
Skye Johnson	"Low blow," Skye complains when he makes remarks on her previous moves being moving the van across the street to get out of a no-towing zone. "I'm keeping that arrow." In fact, she mimes breaking it over her knee. She looks around and shakes her head. "It's still like it's happening to someone else. I can't believe this is where we live. Us." Of course not too long ago she'd never have believed she'd be moving in with anyone. Or be head over heels in love, either. So there was that. "And pizza huh? You know takeout comes with these wonderful things called plastic forks, or chopsticks. And nobody ever show you how to break down a Chinese carton into a plate? And you make it sound like I lived under a rock." She smirks at him. "Gino's right. You don't deserve me. Probably should make a regular date night to make him happy, though." "No fluffy dogs." She's firm on that. "You can shoot me if that happens." "So.. this is it. Home." Still shaking her head like she can't believe it. Love you too, Hotshot.
Clint Barton	I'm not wrong am I," Clint says with a grin. "And I am trying to be helpful here!" he grouses good naturedly, mirth dancing in his eyes as she mines breaking the arrow over her knee. ~Asshole~ he signs to her. "Yeah, it's kind of crazy, I mean, if you asked me yesterday, I'd still wouldn't believe it was going to happen, but here we are." Those other things, moving in with someone and falling in love, he'd hoped for them between when he left Bobbi and now, but he didn't see it happening anything like it had, or imagined it would he half so good. He kisses her again, briefly, but that wonderment is in it. Of course laughter follows. It always does. Clint rolls his eyes as he laughs, "I know they have plastic forks and stuff, I just tend to forget and so does the guy behind the counter, at least, in my experience. "And you're shitting me about the boxes right? They don't actually turn into plates." Yes, he's serious. He has no idea. He snorts bout Gino being right. "I dunno, he says that a lot, but what have you done to deserve me, huh? I'm the guy bringing you pizza and beer," he teases lightly before saying, "A date night would be good. I kinda get the feeling work is going to start getting nuts for you what with New Years, it'd be good to stake out some time where SHIELD and the Avengers can fuck right off unless the world's ending. And yes, also to make Gino happy, and satisfy him that I am indeed giving you your due care and attention." He shakes his head and heads into the living room, studying the furniture, it all seemed to good to sit and eat a greasy pizza on. "Man up Barton, this is home now," he tells himself and then he picks a couch and flops down on it dropping the pizza on the coffee table as he does. "I think it's going to take a bit for it to sink in," he says about it being home. He puts his feet up on the coffee table as well, just to show it who's boss. A smirk crosses his lips then, as he settles back into the couch. "Do you think facilities has seen the state of your couch yet?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	~Your Asshole~ Skye mimes right on back, following it up with blowing him a kiss. "And no you're not wrong," she makes nyah-yah-yah sounds with her mouth. "Someone thinks he knows it all. It's a good van. And we're going to need a vehicle. So don't laugh. Just have to see if I can find out where they put her." Yes, her. The pizza box is taken. "Of course they turn into plates. You didn't think that fold was there just to look pretty did you? They were made that way. I mean you can just eat out of the carton, but.." She lets her voice trail off, intimating he's something of a heathen. Which would be much better if she weren't almost laughing, eyes dancing with mirth. "And gods, no." She says of the couch. "I hope they don't find it until well after we're settled here. I'm still thinking they're going to dock me for that thing. Which, by the way, you owe half for. You broke it." Catching his look, she pretty much flings herself casually on the couch, and flips open the pizza box. Only to laugh, closing the lid again. "Hey, Hotshot, did you open this thing before you got home?" She's right comfy on the couch. legs folded up on it and everything.
Clint Barton	Clint mimes catching the kiss out of the air and smacking it onto his ass as he grins at her. "So, wait, we're going to be driving your old house to work and back?" he asks, teasing lightly. "If we can find it, where'd they take it from you anyhow?" he asks. For all his teasing he wanted to see it, it was a part of Skye's past from a time he didn't know much about. "If we have a place to start, I can level 7 a few things, see if we can get it back." Not that Skye couldn't but his clearance did open doors. He catches the pronoun and his grin broadens. "What's her name?" he asks. "Yeah, yeah, get your shots in there van girl," he says with his own mirthful look thrown her way. "I still think you're shitting me, so, next time we're doing take out we're so ordering Chinese." He smirks then settling on the couch more as Skye does. Clearly she wasn't bothered by the newness of the place so, he does his best not to be either. "What?" he asks as Skye closes the box right after opening it. "I swear I didn't turn this one upside down this time-" he opens the box and smiles. There was a note scrawled in Sharpie on the box lid: "Don't forget about us! Gino and company.' As for the pizza? All the meat and veg was organized in rings around the center like a bullseye. He looks from the pizza to Skye chucking, "So yeah, these date nights you mentioned, we should probably do them, for Gino's sake if nothing else."
Skye Johnson	Skye crinkles her nose at Clint. "Watch it buddy, or you'll be walking to work and I'll be driving my old house." She can't help herself. "I'm an excellent driver." She makes a mouth of her right hand and snaps fingers to thumb at him. "Yeah, yeah. Your mouth moves and I can't hear a thing you're saying." Smirking when he joins her in kind on the couch. When he sees what Gino and the crew have left for them, the smirk breaks out into a full on smile. "Yeah, we really need to make a point of a regular evening there. Though, I'm calling no fair. Totally sucking up to you with the bullseye here." Now that the box is open she snags a piece, taking an inelegant bite. "So. Where do we even start here?"
Clint Barton	"Are you?" Clint asks smirking at Skye. "Must be experience from before you joined SHIELD, they didn't cover driving houses in basic," He gives her a hip check as they make their way to the couch. Once they're settled he snorts, "Oh trouble hearing?" he asks, before he breaks out the signs. ~Still think you're shitting me~ "And don't think I've missed you dodging the name question, either, Keyboard. I wanna know what you named her," he insists smirking in return. He nods, "Works for me, I do miss dropping in on Gino and the guys, and hey, Gino's might be a sit-down date we actually make it all the way through," he says with a smile. To be fair they'd only had the one and they'd thrown their hands up at the fancy place before their food arrived and headed to Gino's for pizza and beer. He smiles at the memory. "That was a fun date though, the one we didn't sit through.' He looks over the boxes and smirks, "Asking the wrong guy about that, you saw my old place, those boxes were the ones I moved in with. But, um, start with clothing, bows, things we need to cook and make coffee, you know, the essentials."
Skye Johnson	Skye signs back. ~Me? Shit you? Never!~ Though she rolls her eyes and exagerates the hand signs to show she's joking, having learned ways to carry her trademark snark through even sign. The eye roll carries on. "Fine. If you must know, her name is.." Skye sighs. It was embarrassing. "Gretel. Okay? Her name was Gretel. You know, like Hansel and? The whole house thing? See. Told you it was stupid." "And it's totally your fault we didn't stay until the food arrived on our date. I was perfectly happy sitting there like a normal human being and eating our dinner." Which is only kind of true. She'd so gone out of her way to orchestrate the initial reaction from him. "And how does one person even have this much stuff. It's not even all of it. I swear, you are not allowed to fill three floors with your bows."
Melinda May	Faintly through the walls of the brownstone, the sound of a delivery or moving truck approaches and stops out front, the brakes almost not squealing at all. A moment later, Skye's phone rings.
Clint Barton	~Why did I teach you that?~ he signed mirth in his eyes. That mirth doesn't go anywhere when she mentions the name of her van, "Gretel huh?" he says, managing to keep his face straight even if his eyes are giving him away. "Must have been tough, living on the streets in a van made of gingerbread. I bet the birds alone drove you nuts." He let's the tease hang a moment before he softens it with a quick kiss. "It's a cute name though, we'll have to see if we can rescue her." Clint leans over to grab a slice. "As for the pizza, way easier to do a bullseye than something for you, I don't even know how you'd represent 'being too good for me' in pepperoni," he jokes as he grabs a slice and folds it for eating. "And hey, we could have stayed if you said you wanted to, but we had no idea what we were doing, and we'd done what we came to do, which was oggle each other," he smiles and takes a bite. "Only planning on taking over the basement," he says before the phone rings and Clint peers outside at the noise of a truck outside.
Skye Johnson	Clint gets a deep scowl. "That is so not funny." Her hands marking out ~Asshole~ and ~Couch~ with succintness. Though the kiss goes a long way to millify her. "Not funny at all. She was all I had." Ugly system kid memories rattling around in her brain as she thinks about it. He's only really saved by the fact that her phone rings, and the truck has arrived outside. Well, that and the 'too good for you' in pepperoni. "May," she says with a chin jerk towards the driveway, even as she flips the phone on. "Hey."
Melinda May	"There's nowhere to park, so you two will need to unload fast." May doens't sound irritated or anything over the phone, so that's possibly a good thing, right? And actually, there IS a place to park, but the Mercedes-compensation-mobile is parked just assholishly enough to make it inconvenient.
Skye Johnson	Skye just wordlessly hands the phone to Clint, mouthing, ~for you~. Hell, he parked the damned Mercedes-compensation-mobile.
Clint Barton	Clint takes the phone, "Go for Barton," he says into the phone before he peeks out the windows and sees the truck. "Oh, hey, May, what's up?" he asks, knowing the answer. He tosses his pizza down and starts towards the door, stopping in the foyer to pull on his boots.
Skye Johnson	Skye isn't far behind. There's still the matter of unloading the truck. The pizza will keep in the box. She tugs on her own gear and shivers out onto the street along with Clint. "Hey, May, you want someone who actually knows how to park to move that thing?"
Melinda May	"Don't insult me like that. I can park it, but not if you want the furniture out today." The truck -- a nondescript thing -- idles in the street in front of the brownstone. And once the couple are within earshot, May hangs up her phone and tells Skye, "Get in here and stand on the brake. If it's not in park they can't call it double parking." She'll help Barton with the unloading.
Clint Barton	Clint ends the call when they step outside and he passes the phone to Skye, with a quick, "Sorry," for what he'd said before. He knew he stepped on some of her issues, but there wasn't time to talk it out just yet. He heads down to the street, shivering, since he'd left his jacket inside. "I can move the SUV if you want May, clear some space." There was a spot around back, he just didn't use it because it was further from the door, and well, it was fricking cold out right now.
Skye Johnson	Skye mutters, "That's the vehicle I meant." Of course it was yet another comedy of errors now. "Gimme the keys, Hotshot. I'll move it out back. You and May deal with the truck. And you owe me."
Melinda May	"Wait, I have a better idea. Barton, mind the truck a minute and give me those keys." She climbs out of the truck, and if they give her the SUV's keys she promptly moves it so that it's millimeters from that Mercedes compensation-mobile. Then she hands the keys back and kicks Barton back out of the truck and parks it on the other end of the compensation-mobile, again somehow managing to leave just the tiniest bit of space and effectively trapping that Mercedes in place.
Clint Barton	Clint is thoroughly confused, but then it's moving, that's as much a tradition as pizza and beer. He gladly tosses the keys to May and lets her work. "You have any idea of what she's planning?" he asks Skye before May wedges the truck into the space. "Okay, I guess that works," Clint says. "Wanna grab the doors for us, Keyboard, May and I'll start unloading?"
Skye Johnson	Shekye crosses her arms over her chest after watching May move the vehicles. "Pretty classic fuck you move going on. Asshole next door buys a car so that we all don't think his dick isn't too short, and parks like he owns the street, so we all think he's more important than he is. She's totally legally parked, but it's a dick move." Skye shrugs. She's not bothered too much by it. Especially as they'll be out of the way soon enough. "Sure, I'll man doors."
Melinda May	May merely moves to help Clint with the unloading, so that it goes quickly enough even with the particularly large and unwieldy items. Of course, where they're going to finally end up is not her responsibility. She's just helping get them in the door. Interior design is NOT on her SHIELD dossier.
Clint Barton	"Yeah, pretty classic little man syndrome," Clint agrees with a grin before he hops down from the curb to help May with the furniture. There wasn't a lot but one piece, makes him laugh. "Skye, look," he says as he and may bring a familiar couch into the house. There's a note on it reading: Please handle disposal yourselves. The couch has been billed to your account. "Jesus, facilities works fast," Clint says as they set down the couch with the broken arm down and move on to the next item. When it's all done, Clint flops down on one of he chairs, legs out. "Thanks for the help May, there's pizza and beer if you want some."
Skye Johnson	There's a groan from Skye who still hasn't figure out how to make the door stay open on its own. "Oh for fuck's sakes. Whose idea of funny was that." The pair suddenly going from two, to three couches. Well, if they were worried about the place not looking like theirs, it looks like theirs now. Like the other two, when it's all said and done, she flops on a couch and grabs for pizza and a beer. "Yeah, help yourself May. And welcome to our place." Of course, it had been Lara's before. May's seen it already. But she's also Clint and Skye's first guest!
Clint Barton	The place definitely looks theirs now with the mismatched furniture all over the place. Clint smiles as he takes it all in, "Dunno who's joke it was, but if I find out, I'm sending them the couch," he says from the seat. "And yeah, May, welcome, you're our first houseguest. Make yourself at home."
Melinda May	May takes a moment to make sure the truck is securely locked before settling on a sofa. "Thanks, but I'll pass this time. Ate before I came over." Which is actually the truth. She does -- shockingly -- relax a bit. "Skye, you owe Lara dinner for this. You ready to try your hand a lasagna?"
Skye Johnson	Skye arches a brow, "Uh.. maybe? But why do I owe Lara?" Well besides all the obvious reasons, like the generous offer of letting the pair rent a house they couldn't otherwise afford. So, yeah, Skye nods. she's pretty sure that only earns Lara a meal. "Could totally invite a few of you over for lasagna. How's that go? I make that and everyone brings everything else?" Of course, she might not be so blythe if she could see the future.
Clint Barton	Clint smirks, "You heard her, Skye. You owe Lara, lasagna," he says. Just her of course. Not like he's getting the benefit of moving into the big fancy place. "And, really, not a bad idea, we were thinking of having people over for a house warming, so, why not make it a lasagna night?"
Melinda May	May then points to Clint. "You're making dessert. I know you spent a six-week covert op once working in a bakery, so don't pretend like you're clueless in a kitchen. I'll bring beverages."
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs. ~See smartass~ Knowing full well May can follow that. "He thought he was getting out of helping." She looks about their livingroom and shakes her head. "Ugh, why do people move again? Just looking at all this makes me want to burn it." And she didn't even come with much. Though that tidbit May dropped has her attention. "Really? Holy shit, Hotshot. You've been holding out on me."
Clint Barton	Clint flashes a quick, ~blah, blah, blah~ with his hands and says, "Totally did," Clint admits shamelessly. Though he knew he wasn't going to escape unscathed. Clint also has a look around the room and frowns, yeah there was a lot of work to be done. "No idea, Keyboard," he says. "But totally down for burning it and running off to live in Gretel." "Thanks for blowing my cover, May," he says with a snort. "And yeah, it's true, six weeks of early ass mornings and being yelled at in French, but I /may/ have learned a thing or two. So, yeah, deserts' on me."
Melinda May	May nods to Clint, knowing he'd make good on that as soon as he was forced to do so. "Since I'll be here early to teach you how to make lasagna, I'm only bringing beverages." She's already mentally picking out which red wine to bring. Because she'll be damned if she's drinking of that godawful froufrou beer that these two seem to think is actually palatable.