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Clint Barton	It had been another busy day split between reports and debriefings for SHIELD and all the craziness going on with the Avengers. So, reports submitted Clint stretches and pulls out his phone, sending an invite to Skye: Clint >> Woo! Done my reports. Heading to the food court. Can meet? He sends the text and wanders down to the food court himself, grabbing tray and getting himself for dinner waiting for the reply.
Skye Johnson	Skye's back on what they call 'light' duty. Which mostly means she's not been given any cases or missions, and is getting up to speed on her new position as a Field Agent (woo!). Mostly it means she's still not done all the paperwork and interviews, and the last remaining legal bits are being sorted out. On all fronts it was considered wise to keep the girl at home so to speak. That, and she was still sorting out how she felt about certain matters. Her self-medicating had dealt with the worst of it, but there were still a few rough edges to smooth over. Skye >> Oh god. Reports. Shut up. She's //still// filing the damned things. Skye >> I could do food. Because as everyone who has met Skye knows, Skye doesn't cook. She doesn't need a second invitation. She's off to the food court for dinner. It'll take her about five or ten to navigate her way there.
War Machine	Rhodey goes flying across the cafeteria soaring high through the air before slamming to the ground and skidding to a stop. He lifts up a single sleeve to the corner of his mouth to wipe it off before he stumbles his way back to a shaky stand. His footing is a bit rough for the first few moments before he shakes his head and just starts to walk back over towards the line. What had just happened moments prior is anyone's guess as he goes back to get in line at the back of the line for a bit of something to eat.
Clint Barton	Clint can't help but notice, Rhodes' dramatic entrance. Clint turns to the agents behind him, and says, "Go ahead," as he works back down the line to where the Rhodes stands. "You know, when Tony does that stuff, he has a suit on," Clint quips as he greets the other agent with a smile. "You okay?"
Skye Johnson	Skye, meanwhile, misses the drama. She's had a wait for the elevator, and the ride down - thankfully alone - before she even gets to walk down the corridor leading to the cafeteria. By the smell of it, it's Italian toninght. Lasagna if she's not missing her guess. Definitely melted cheese involved. Her stomach, traitor that it is, growls in anticipation. Which only serves to remind her, she'd looked up cooking classes but not actually registered yet. Frowning, she stops at the entrance to the caf and pulls out her phone, knowing if she doesn't do it now she's going to find another excuse to put this off, and frankly she didn't want to deal with May's stink-eye when she tried giving the senior officer her excuses as to why she hadn't lived up to that promise yet. Gino she'd talk to in person, but that one could wait. She and Clint needed some frou-frou beer back home anyway. That one she'd tackle tomorrow. Promise!
War Machine	"Normally he's not getting thrown." Rhodey corrects as he adjusts his SHIELD uniform back into place, adjusting his stance. He's still a bit out of sorts but he recovers fast. "Trust me man I've been in enough prototype power armor to last a life time" He holds up a hand in a stopping motion to one side. Then two fingers are curled down causing his hand to fall into something of a pistol position as he gesticulates. "He can keep the suit." A light pause, as he grabs his tray. "Far away from me." He sends his hand down in a slight chopping motion as he slides his tray along the line. "Seen first hand what happens to a pilot in one of those when the calculations are even slightly off." Another pause. "Not pretty."
Clint Barton	Clint gives Rhodes the space he needs to sort himself out. "Thrown?" Clint begins to ask but he's known Rhodes long enough not to question his adventures. "Actually nevermind," he says. "And yeah, I hear you on the armor, I've heard stories about some of the other guys' attempted prototypes," he makes a face and shudders. "Anyhow, just be glad you're testing Tony's stuff, his has a slightly better chance of working." He grins, it was indeed lasagna night, which being pasta, put him in mind about his plans for the weekend. He made a mental note to make some calls. "Anyhow, besides being thrown how's things? Sort of missed you since Vegas man," he says glancing back towards the door to see if Skye had arrived.
Skye Johnson	Skye's still hitting keys on her phone. Arranging payment now. She was /going/ to take the crash course, but she'd changed her mind when she pictured telling May about it. Something about that woman's stare made a person reluctant to piss her off, or disappoint her. Instead, Skye signed up for the full deal, along with the bonus private lessons - complete with the attendant cost. Which pretty much ate up her mission bonus, but hey, she was really pretty sick of eating ramen all the time. If she'd not gotten anything else out of the Tidepool mission, she'd gotten that. Though she'd not told Clint yet. After all, she still liked ramen. Just not all the time. Course registered and paid for, her phone is tucked into a pocket and she's off into the line. And, because she's come late for the dinner hour, Clint and Rhodes aren't all that far ahead of her. Just a couple of people as it happens.
War Machine	"Yeah you don't want to know." Rhodey reaffirms to Clint as he grabs the last butterscotch pudding in order to toss it onto his tray. Never turn down a good butterscotch pudding. "Remind me to tell you about project Iron Marine someday, it's good for a laugh." As he grabs a nice carton of strawberry milk to set right next to his pudding cup.      "You know how it goes, they're keeping me busy with 'desk jobs', real rough work." He puts a good bit of extra emphasis on the words 'desk jobs' to point out the real meaning behind the words. The term desk job usually referring to any sort of deniable operations, which usually officially never happened, which on the bright side meant for much less paperwork, and on the downside much less credit since they were usually operations done off the clock. "Nothing too dangerous though but there's always risk of a paper cut."
Clint Barton	Clint grins to Rhodes at the mention of the Iron Marine. "Let me guess, you got all sorts of wet on that one?" he asks, as he leans up against the counter. "And yeah, desk jobs can be a pain in the ass, going to be tasked back to those before too long now that things have died down on the Rising Tide front." Spotting Skye, he turns to the two agents between her and them, "Go on ahead guys," he says, before adding to Rhodes. "Spot you for dinner," he as he moves to greet Skye, putting his tray down on the rack in front of the counter. He gives her a brief brush of a kiss against her lips. "Free from the paperwork at last huh?" he asks, as he gestures for her to follow him back to Rhodes. "Dinner's on me for the both of you," he says. He'd done alright in Vegas. Plus rolling with Tony meant a lot of the expenses were comped.
Skye Johnson	Skye's face tells the complete tale. "Ugh. No. They keep finding more. I can't even tell you what government I signed papers for this afternoon. I swear to god I might have just signed away my firstborn or something. All of it is gobblygook legalese. Fuck me. When are they going to let me actually go do something that isn't paperwork?" She does, however, return the kiss with a smile. "Lasagna night is the best night here. Which reminds me, did we buy groceries?" She says 'we' but she really means 'you' because they both know Skye has yet to set foot inside anything bigger than a bodega for foodstuffs.
War Machine	"Was dumping sand from my shorts for a week." Rhodey states shaking his head from one side to the other as he goes back for a second pudding to supplement his butterscotch, a nice vanilla. 'Vanilla goes well with everything.' He thought to himself as he started to move down the line a light smirk on his face only for the two nameless shield mooks behind them to get waved on ahead. He stops in line and lets them move right on past not thinking anything of it.     "Wonder if I could convince the boss to let me take a trip down to Savage Lands" Spoken to himself as he thinks out-loud grabbing some mashed potato's from the line to heap up onto the corner of his tray. "That'd be great, no civilian aircraft just open sky for miles." He lifts up the gravy ladle pouring some white gravy atop his mashed potatoes. "Long as I don't get a pterodactyl caught in my turbine..." He trails off a bit. "That.... that'd really suck.. probably crash if that happened." His hand reaches up to the back of his head for a quick scratch as he mulls it over. "Probably for the best."      He's trying to stay out of their conversation because couples just weren't his speed, instead he focuses on the important questions of the age such as "There's gotta be a way to catch the pterodactyls BEFORE they go into the turbine... maybe put a grate over it..." He looks up from his mashed potatoes at the mention of dinner being covered. "Hey man, up to you, I'm not going to turn down free food."
Melinda May	While the trio are getting their meals, May walks into the cafeteria in her usual quiet way. Rather than go stand in line, though, she makes a beeline for the hot beverages station and gets herself a cup of hot tea. Apparently, there has been enough demand here for the place to invest in proper tea accoutrement instead of making the non-coffee drinkers have to tolerate coffee-tasting everything or simply going without. Beverage in hand, she then goes to find a place to sit. Maybe she's not here for a meal after all.
Clint Barton	Clint grimaces at Skye's ordeal. "Sounds fun," he says, he reaches out to brush his fingers against her own. "And oh, about six months from now," he jokes. "But it's going to feel longer." There is a smile after the kiss as well and he says, "Not yet, will borrow Gretel and take care of that tomorrow," he promises. "And no problem," he says to Rhodes. "You can both thank Tony for it, or something, only have the cash because of the trip," he says. "Savage Land huh? I've been, I think the crashing part is mandatory. It's like the Bermuda Triangle down there or something." May's entrance is noted and if she glances Clint's way, she gets an up nod in greeting.
Skye Johnson	"Six months?" Skye's voice fairly squeak. "I am not doing paperwork for six fucking months. I'll take a stapler to myself first. Shit. That's an utter waste of me. They could at least let me.. you know, do some code work or something." Skye really isn't sure Clint is joking. As they move along in line she holds up a single finger for a single helping of lasagna to be served. And as a concession to 'healthy', she grabs a salad as well. It's debateable if she'll eat the thing, but she's had it beaten into her head often enough these past few months that you at least pretend to eat green things along with the melted cheese things. Really they should all be glad the girl actually eats food other than ramen, even if someone else has to cook it for her. "Huh? Savage Land?" She looks lost, and gives Rhodes a small frown. They've not really interacted since the Vegas trip. That had been.. interesting. May is only noticed once the line is cleared and they're looking for a seat. Skye making the executive decision for all to head and join the senior agent.
War Machine	Rhodey waggles his finger to one side as he moves from the food over to the drinks, pouring himself a nice tall cup of coffee. "Only if you're not prepared to crash my friend." He takes the tall cup of boiling pitch black coffee and sets it on his tray not wanting to bump into may as he grabs his drink. "Do the right prep-work and you'll only mostly crash." He waggles his hands a bit. The only response he gives to Skye's question is. "Think free range Jurassic park." As he ducks around giving a quick spin on his heels to avoid bumping into May, on his way to the first available open table.
Melinda May	May nods back to Clint when she glances his direction, and seems completely unperturbed by Skye heading to sit at her table. She doesn't even bat an eyelash at Rhodes' presence. If he chooses to sit and socialize with the couple, she won't raise a fuss. After all, she at the very least is an adult here. "Savage Land." Yes, she heard what they were chatting about. "You'd hate it, Skye. No Wi-Fi."
Clint Barton	Clint moves his hand to Skye's shoulder. "I was joking," he assures her with a smile, before he says, "Honest answer, you've probably got a week or so left, then you'll be able to properly field agent. And some training too, most likely." Which could of course be worse than the paperwork. Clint helps himself to some lasagna, salad and a dinner roll before making his way out of the line, saying to Rhodes. "So, what you're saying is it's like bringing an umbrella? If you do it's not going to rain?" he asks of preparing to crash in the Savage Land. "And yeah," he agrees with Rhodes' assessment of the place. "That about covers it. Oh, right, what May said too." Clint drops down into a seat at May's table, following Skye's intention to join the senior agent. "Hey," he says with a smile. "Get you some coffee?" he teases, knowing May's thoughts on the subject.
Skye Johnson	"A week," Skye murmurs. That she thought she could do. If they stopped shoving paperwork in front of her. She swore the next bit was going to send her around the bend. Being the IT girl had had its perqs, and being invisible and having free rein over her time and activities had been one of them. "How the hell does somewhere not even have wi-fi?" Skye's complaint comes with a nose crinkle. "That really is savage. Kinda like saying they don't have coffee. Or candy bars." Everywhere had coffee and candy bars. They went hand in hand with.. well.. wi-fi! Skye's fingers flash a quick ~Yeah~ to Clint, along with a lopsided grin. He knew her well. And without preamble, she takes a seat across from May.
War Machine	"Also killer dinosaurs, but that kind of comes with the 'free range Jurassic Park' comment." Rhodey rips off the lid of his butterscotch pudding cup and digs in with reckless abandon. These things never lasted long on his tray, and in just a few seconds he's already scraping clean the plastic pudding cup for the last few scraps of scrumptious butterscotch. "Is there anything that's not made better with a side of Butterscotch?" He pauses for a second. "If there is don't tell me, I'd rather live in blissful ignorance."      The empty pudding cup is set aside and he pulls open the next cup blinking slowly at Skye's comment. He takes a long moment silence to process the statement before finally speaking up. "They don't have that either, just dinosaurs." he pauses. "Also women in fur bikini's but that's a different subject all together." He digs into the vanilla pudding for a few blissful moments before soon setting aide that empty plastic cup as well. "I mean can you blame them, what dinosaur could even use wifi?"      He pulls his hand back tossing the cups one at a time in a long shot over his head and into the trashcan on the other side of the table, before continuing his thought process. "They don't make Bluetooth enabled Xiongguanlong." A light pause "I mean I guess they could but what would the point even be?"
Melinda May	The flat look that May levels on Clint is probably something he's grown immune to. She does nod in agreement with Rhodes' assessment of the place and takes a sip of her tea. "If you want the experience roughing it but don't want to deal with the constant risk of getting eaten or stepped on, I can sign you up for wilderness survival training. It'll be similar enough. But fewer dinosaurs."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, "You are such a city kid," he says of Skye as he signs back ~Ok~ and stands. That glare from May is met with a smirk, even as he answers Rhodes. "What's a Xiongguanlong?" he says doing a pretty good job of not butchering the pronunciation. Though, he's sure to May it's far off the mark. "And also, I am pretty sure one of those, bluetooth enabled or not, doesn't go well with butterscotch," he quips. "Rhodes, you want any coffee, man?" he asks. He was getting Skye a cup might as well get some for anyone else too.
Skye Johnson	Skye minces, elbows tucked into her sides, hands flailing out in front of her T-Rex style. "Dinosaurs? Like Jurassic Park?" She shudders. "No thanks. Give me vending machines and a keyboard. You all go off and enjoy."
War Machine	"Dinosaur, the name's Chinese." Rhodey comments digging into his mashed potato's and gravy before taking a sip of his coffee. "Means Grand Pass dragon." As he sets down the cup back to the corner of his tray already half empty. "It's like a T-rex" He mentions with a bit of hand motions as he slides the cup back over. "Top me off if you're getting up man." A light smirk to the comment of the Xiongguanlong not going well with butterscotch. "And I don't know man, if you cooked it right... Might have to run some experimentation."
Melinda May	May is very pointedly NOT commenting on how well or how badly Clint mispronounces that dinosaur's name. There's no point in trying to correct him. "Just use chicken. It's close enough." Because really. Have any of you city kids been around chickens? Mean little buggers. Truly they must be modern dinosaurs. She eyes the lasagna that both Skye and Clint have on their plates, and that decides it for her. Taking her tea with her so no one tries to mess with it, she goes to get a tray of food for herself.
Clint Barton	Clint grins, "What if the dinosaurs are /in/ the vending machines?" he asks Skye with a smile. "I mean if sharks can be in a tornado..." he smirks, the movies of the previous decade were weird. He moves out of the way of the incoming swat and grabs Rhodes coffee as he goes. "Grand pass dragon, huh? Sounds like a dragon that can get you a cheap ride on the metro rail to Jersey," he remarks, before nodding to May. "True," he says before he's off to get coffee.
Skye Johnson	Skye just rolls her eyes at Clint and motions ~Asshole~ at him before picking up her fork and starting in on the lasagna - which, as it happens, isn't all that bad. To her it's even better considering her less than stellar culinary experience. "No. Seriously. You guys go. I have enough excitement here back at home." She looks to Rhodes, and almmost says something, only to shrug and poke her fork into her salad.
War Machine	"Yeah but saying chicken doesn't make me sound nearly as smart." Rhodey offers with a smile as he leans down to eat some more of his food with gusto. He then points his next comment towards Skye. "You know, I'm sure once you get past the mosquitoes the size of your head, lizards the size of schoolhouses and lack of any modern amenities." He trails off to enjoy a bit more of his food really liking to just be able to kick back and relax for once. "You'll start to really hate the pl-" At this point a song begins to blare out from the smart phone in his pocket: www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-Lx9eEox2A He pauses mid sentence completely taken by the ringtone.      A quick fumble with the pocket of his uniform see's him pulling out his black and grey combat case clad Stark-Phone. He taps at the screen before tapping out his 13 digit ultra secret pass-code (WarMachineR0x). Then takes a long pause to look at the screen before he gets a fairly serious expression across his face, putting the phone back into the pocket of his uniform.
Melinda May	Returning with her own plate of lasagna and salad, May hms at at Rhodes. "True. But Hei'àn de jiròu isn't much of an improvement." She settles back in her seat and is about to eat a forkful of the salad when the man's phone blares. She stares at him for a moment while he checks his phone. "Something important?"
Clint Barton	Clint signs it right back ~asshole~ as he slips off for the coffee. It doesn't take him long to get it bringing back three mugs to the table. One for him, one for Skye and Rhodes' top up. "Here you go," he says. "Wait, and we go where?" he asks Skye. "I am /not/ going to the Savage Land again." The phone isn't commented on, knowing Rhodes would say what it was if he could. May's linguistic talents though get a look, "A Hei what?" he asks.