Owner	Pose
Tony Stark	One of the little drones that Tony has been sending around to do his beck and call (which usually ends up fetching things, getting information, or sending messages), lurks on into the room that Clint is in. In a creepy way: it slides in sideways, the rounded screen on the front of it seeming to just... quietly spy. It's particularly creepy in restrooms when it does this. The droid waits until it is noticed, little flight-servos rotating gently to keep it aimed the correct direction. Then it makes a sound like a car being located in a parking lot, chirping loudly. "Come visit meeeeee," Tony's voice requires, in a long-suffering, bored tone.
Clint Barton	Clint was taking a nap in the game room when the drone came up to him. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and smiles at the message. "Yeah, I'm coming," he says and then follows the little drone to Tony's sick room. Once he's there, he says, "So, Nat's thing wore off huh?" he asks. "Must have gone easy on you."
Tony Stark	"Not really," Tony admits, groggy, as Clint comes in and asks him questions. On the upside, despite the grogginess, Tony does look less gray. Actually getting the rest, instead of staying up yet another night, is extremely useful to somebody recovering from physical trauma. "I don't think I'll be going for a jog anytime soon," Tony laments. "Not even in a suit." He's not really even sitting up, just laying back like the limp pile the Avengers left him in. He does have a drink nearby: somebody took pity on him. "What's the update? I'm on the edge of my ...bed."
Clint Barton	Tony was looking a bit better which was good and it had been Clint who dropped off the drink, just water, while Tony had still been passed out. What are friends for, right? He heads over to the bed, "Need a hand sitting up, T?" he asks before launching into the update. "We've got comms with each other right now and some sort of net will be up world-wide in a couple of hours. Though, it'll be crappy 1990's net, but better than nothing. Priority for all comms though are going to ATC and emergency services."
Tony Stark	"Why, do I look like I'm unable to move?" Tony questions, and then grumbles. "I'm saving my energy to be a sparkling conversationalist," Tony clarifies, lifting one hand to point at Clint a little bit, wink, and click his tongue once. Tony does move a little. It ends up being something of a relaxed recline, as if this were all intentional. Tony's good at acting intentional. "Okay. I'll see if I can pitch in, in a couple hours. Although I don't mind not reliving the 90s."
Clint Barton	"Honest answer, yeah, Tony you don't," Clint with a concerned look on his face. "But plus side, you do look better than yesterday." When Tony seems able to move on his own Clint backs off, grabs a chair, drags it over and sits beside the bed. "Do what you can, I mean fate of the world and all that but don't push yourself, otherwise Nat will be by for another visit." Not that Clint would rat him out but more that he suspected Nat would be keeping a closer eye on the billionaire now. He snorts about the 90's bit. "What not wanting to download porn a line of pixels at a time?" he asks.
Tony Stark	"I had a slightly better connection than that, I don't really do 'waiting'," Tony winks. After all. Stark. He had better computing power than nearly anyone, even at that age. He promptly starts to push himself, just as Clint suggests he NOT do that, sitting up a hair more, and grabbing the drink. He has some. And makes a face. Ugh. WATER. "So. Without the audience or recordings going," Tony says, gesturing to his REALLY BORING medical room. "...Daisy." He drops the name, in the form of a question. Info wanted. And proves he /does/ very well know she's not named 'Mugwort' or any other various plant name.
Clint Barton	"Oh right," Clint says cluing into what Tony's childhood must have been like. Likely worlds different growing up in Waverly, Iowa and trying to look up dirty pictures with his older brother at the computer in the town library. "You were probably half-way into one of your degrees by that point." When Skye is brought up, Clint shifts the chair a bit closer to the bed. "She's still in with them," he says with a bit of a sigh. "And Trying to work a way to take them down from the inside." he explains. "What's up? Curious or...?" he asks.
Tony Stark	"Yep, and ...building Dummy," Tony agrees offhandedly with a brief smile for that past, drinking the water again... and reacting the same way. Agh. It's STILL water. What is this torture. He puts it aside with a reproachful look at it, but doesn't add a comment: since he doesn't know it was Clint's gift. No fun to jab if the giftor isn't present. "You say that like I don't /care/," Tony says in mock injury. "Any clue when her sentence ends?"
Clint Barton	Clint laughs and shakes his head. "God, you built your robot helpers in the 90's," he says with a shake of his head. Tony really was good, so much so it was annoying sometimes. The reaction to the water is met with a smirk from Clint, "They were all out of vodka," he lies. Realizing that Tony was just being a friend with the question, Clint settles back and says, "Sorry, just used to talking business with everyone since this began, but I am hoping it's done soon, I mean this is her first mission like this and she's been under for over a month," the worry shows through on Clint's face. It's not the frenzied panic of that first night drinking at May's but the slow burning worry, that eats at you bit by bit. He scrubs a hand through his hair. "It's getting dicey, that hack they tried on you, I guess she did well in all of that, because it put her on the map with the Rising Tide again, and their patron, this Karl guy, he's sizing her up to be the next leader of the group. Except, this guy's all sorts of scary, money, mercs and we still have no idea who he is," he sits back in his chair. "Good news is there's a game plan to end this and we've got her some security, but yeah, I'll be happy when this is done though."
Tony Stark	"I /am/ really good, yes, but you can call me 'Tony', not 'God'," Tony says in his cheerful little way. And then takes in the betrayal that Clint brought him water, and just shakes his head some in deep injury. "I am never out of vodka," Tony replies. "I can understand it, I'm always all business," Tony snorts. But takes in all of the descriptions, since he asked for them. "/Some/ security? You don't sound all that thrilled." A pause. "Sounds challenging." Meaning, Tony's interested. "Once we're done kicking their ass at satellite whack-a-mole, I'll see what I can pitch in. Unless, once /again/, I'm going to be watching the messes unfold to keep her cover."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs and truth be told, he needed to. "Guess I should take down my altar to you then, huh?" he says, with a laugh. "Huh. Must not have looked hard enough," Clint says about the vodka. "Anyhow, it's good to drink something other than booze sometimes. I know, I know, yes, it's really me saying that." Clint snorts right along with Tony but doesn't make further comment there. "The security isn't me, so definitely not thrilled, but with my face on posters and lunch boxes, I am out of the running there," he says. "So I've got to sit on my ass and wait for the call that the end game is going down." Though when it comes to Tony pitching in, he says, "Fuck no. Kick their asses. What they're doing, it needs to stop and besides, if I understand the plan right, the more hits they take easier it will be to drive them together and take them down."
Tony Stark	"I did not need to know about your creepy worship of me, Barton," Tony answers. "I also don't want to know what else you did other than bring me that glass of water," Tony says, in mock horror. "....Ever." Tony narrows his eyes, but the smile leaks through. He's pleased to not be alone in the medical lab. Helps to have a friend to play with. Less crawling the walls! "Great. I have /so/ many things I'd like to do in return for their attempt on the tower. I have an AI that isn't done trying to eat code that I'd love to unleash somewhere other than internally."
Clint Barton	Clint smiles, all teasing aside as much as it's good for Tony to have company it's good for Clint to have someone to talk to about Skye. He felt like he'd been carrying it on his own for so long. "Probably best we keep it that way," Clint says about what else he might have done. Which was nothing, of course, but the joke had to go on. "Now that could be fun," he says about the AI. "Let me get in touch with Skye, I am sure she can give us some Rising Tide systems we can unleash that thing on."
Tony Stark	Whether Tony is intentionally helping Clint air about Skye is ... unlikely. The man is not exactly captain feelings. But good accidents can still happen. "Yeah. Destroy the survelliance. Yep." Which he probably does have. "Yeah, I like it. Gift basket of burning shit for their doorstep. An old classic; even better via homicidally destructive AI that I definitely can control."
Clint Barton	Clint chuckles, "Definitely for the best," he says about the video. And hey, if the unburdening about Skye was an accident, it was a happy one. "Heh. You do a lot of that? Leaving shit on people's doorsteps?" Clint had delinquent he'd been. He checks his watch, one of those heart rate tracking ones. "It'll be a few hours before I can reach out to Skye again, but I'll see if she can give us a few doorsteps we can leave a burning bag or two on."
Tony Stark	"Literally bags? ... no," Tony says, with a similar nostalgic smile that he had related to Dummy. "Worse," Tony amends. And watches the watch checking. He doesn't seem annoyed by it. He's still pretty sedated, and sleepy. If Clint wanders off, Tony probably will only put up the obligatory comment about it! "Okay. You can count on me ... to create a lot of shit."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "I believe it," he says about Tony getting up to a higher level of childhood fuckery. The watch check though? More to see when his next comms window with Skye is than a looking for an excuse to bail. "Well, we always count on you for that Tony," he jokes before he says. "So got a few hours before I can reach out to Skye, so, should I leave you to some 'rest'" by which he means work. "Or should we see if Simon left a bunch of his old movies around or something?"
Tony Stark	"Vision gave me 'Sex in the City'," Tony says, with a rebellious tone. "I don't want to think about what he wants me to take from that -- ....So absolutely, yes, Simon's movies," Tony agrees with an urgency. Even if he'll probably end up passing out during one, he'll get in a good chain of MST3K commentary to at least enjoy the start of one!