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Tony Stark	There's warning. Tony doesn't just show up out of nowhere: there's the highly presumptive text first, of course. "Thought I'd stop by. How's eight?" That was the opener, of course. And it's now about eight, and there's some talking just outside the door, a brief laugh. Tony's voice. He got waylaid by one of Clint's neighbors who was out walking his dog: in the sense that Tony's getting complimented and chatted at. Tony is dressed as low key as it gets, just jeans, t-shirt, a black sleek jacket... and none of it even remotely helps him blend in when he arrives in an insane yellow sports car with "STARK-9" plate. Even without that, Tony's blatantly obvious. The man doesn't do 'understated.' Tony lingers on the stairs to the brownstone. "You're welcome," floats Tony's most recent answer to an upbeat, but muffled, statement. And then there's the knock.
Clint Barton	Clint had just got home when the text came, and he taps out an answer. "Sure. Eight works. I have beer." Given everything that happened lately, he figured beer might be needed. After that Clint gets his stuff squared away, fires off a few texts to Skye who's back working at the Trisk, then when he hears the talking outside he heads to the door opening it up after that first knock. "Impressing the neighbours?" he asks with a grin, stepping out of the way to let Tony in. "They still haven't figured out who I am."
Tony Stark	The neighbor is still there; he hasn't left, of course. Because Iron Man was there talking to him. He leans out a little to wave at Clint. And Tony turns to give Clint a VERY bemused look. He distractedly waves over his shoulder at the neighbor, and heads inside. "They haven't? Well. I'll handle impressing them for you, I /suppose/. But just this once," Tony says, moving a hand to tap one finger at Clint's chest. And then adds a brief pat of palm to the ball of Clint's shoulder as he passes inside. "Holding up well?" Tony asks. As if he wasn't the one glaring at guards at the Triskelion most recently. Tony's masking extremely well. The stress barely shows. For now.
Clint Barton	Clint chuckles, arms crossed as he watches Tony be Tony. Once Tony's inside his give the neighbour a wave before heading in and nudging the door closed behind him. "Guess so," he says. "But hey, can't blame them for being impressed, you did save the internet." "I'm doing alright, tired, but how are you man? If you don't mind me saying, you looked kind of rough the other day."
Tony Stark	"It's very impressive, people keep telling me," Tony agrees, clearing his throat and rubbing a few fingers up the side of his neck, smile very self-satisfied, but playful. Most of that drowns out when he's asked the harder question, and he clicks his tongue against his teeth once, and picks a spot to sit in on the couch. He's never been there before, but makes himself entirely at home with ease. "I remember there was beer involved tonight, wasn't there?"
Clint Barton	Clint lead Tony into the living room as they talk. "So, this is the place," Clint says with a sweeping gesture. "Kind of crazy to think I live here, but it's true," he says before nodding about the net. "I hear that as well, mostly from this one guy I know" Though as Tony gets comfortable, and gets serious, Clint nods. "Yeah, we got beer," he says heading off into the kitchen. "How's Rhodes? I've been caught up with the investigation, didn't get a chance to visit yet."
Tony Stark	"That guy sounds like he knows what he's talking about," Tony agrees. "What's crazy about it here?" Tony asks. It's a real question, Tony doesn't quite follow, but then... he suspects he gets what Clint meant, and lets that go. The next subject though... well. "Rhodes... wants vengeance. And I don't blame him at all. I had the privilege of telling him his sister is dead." Tony swallows, going through his small variety of various facial expressions and twitches of lip or cheek that betray his tension about it. He slowly removes and rotates one of the rings on his right hand.
Clint Barton	"Really? I am not sure about him to be honest," Clint jokes, before the awkward silence. "Just think, Skye and I, we're just a pair of system kids," he says moments after Tony gets it. "And moving right along." As he comes back from the kitchen, beers in hand he says, "Jesus, she's dead?" Clint asks handing a beer to Tony. "Surprised he hasn't broken out yet." He cracks his beer then drinks deep. "And sorry it had to be you."
Tony Stark	Tony accepts the beer and opens it. "She died on the way to medical. Her daughter-- Rhodey's niece - she's okay. As much as you can expect, that is. Despite being thrown out a window. Tough little kid. And I think Rhodey's in shock." Tony gestures a little bit with the beer when Clint mentions about it having to have been Tony that told him. "Well, it did have to be me. Better me than... just about anyone else. It's fine." Just weighing heavy in his near memory.
Clint Barton	Clint flops down on the couch, beer in hand. "Shit," he says about Rhodey's sister. "And I can imagine," he says before taking a long pull from his beer. "What's going to happen to the kid?" he asks. "Rhodes taking her or does he have other family?" truth was as much as he trusted Rhodes, he realized he didn't know much about the man outside of work. He nods, to the last though, "Guess, so. Still sucks man, I've been there before, wasn't fun." It had been recent too. The families of the agents he'd been sent to rescue. "I have no idea who these War Dog guys are or where they came from, but I am definitely about done with them."
Tony Stark	"I don't know. There isn't record on who Lila's father is." Lila, obviously the child. "It may be that Rhodey's her new guardian. I didn't ask today. His life just got put in a blender," Tony adds, drinking the beer and leaning to stretch back, stretch his legs out, and lets his head rock back for a moment, eyes closing. A small window into the stress level. "Up to us to get to those War Dogs. They were surprised -- and /very/ unhappy -- to see me there. Maybe we can use that somehow."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Fair point," he says. Right after learning his sister was dead was the wrong time to be asking about plans for his niece. "I can ask Skye about looking into finding the father, or at least getting us a name, if it's on a computer somewhere she'll find it." When he sees just how stressed Tony is, Clint frowns, answering, "Guess they saw who had the better armor, probably weren't prepared for it." "You know we can talk about something else, if you want, you look like you could use a break."
Tony Stark	"No, they seemed to be prepared for SHIELD agents. Which didn't make me happier, really," Tony answers, still relaxing back, eyes open, though, to look up at the ceiling. "Do I look bad? Dr. McCoy said the same thing. I really thought I wedged sandbags into all the leaks," Tony jokes, smiling upwards, and then finally turning his head down to look to Clint again. Still smiling a bit. "Something else? I have a clean bill of health for now." He taps his chest once. "Even /with/ Vegas."
Clint Barton	"Yeah," Clint says grimly. "Not any happier to hear that," he says. "Like I mentioned they hit a SHIELD convoy the other day, just took it and most of the area around it apart, and that was just the bait, they were waiting for us to land and then hit us hard from all the sides. Barely got us out of there." Clint lets out a breath, "Whatever their deal is they definitely have it out for SHIELD. I wonder if it's because of Rhodes, or this shit happened to Rhodes because he's an agent, just one more of us to fuck with?" he looks to Tony. "Get any sign this was personal with what you saw? That they were looking to hurt Rhodes, not just SHIELD." Yeah sure he called for the change of subject but those questions were important. Though he's more than happy to change the subject. "Finally, some good news!" Clint says. "Was worried for a bit there man," he takes a celebratory drink of beer. "And what about Pepper? She forgive you for the Vegas trip?" he asks. Not that Tony had said anything, it just seemed like something Pepper would be mad about.
Tony Stark	"Somebody had his sister and niece for days, maybe a week or two. So there was some planning to go after him. I don't know if it was him, or SHIELD. Yet. But that's a lot of effort for just one agent." Tony suspects personal, is clear. With OTHER topics, of course Tony started with himself. The old fall back, talking about himself, naturally. And the celebratory drink! "Haha, she's not really forgiving me for not resting as much as I should. BUT, seems I got my medical gold star, which should please Pepper, to have a small break from worrying," Tony observes. And then adds, with a self-satisfied tone, "We /are/, by the way, together. Although I'm not allowed to call her executive-assistant-girl-friend, E.A.G.F., which I find very disappointing."
Clint Barton	By the expression on Clint's face, he agrees. "Yeah, nobody keeps someone that long just to screw with the agency," he reasons. "/Maybe/ if they reached out to Rhodes before hand and tried to flip him, but from what I saw on my mission, he had no idea who these guys were." He lets out a long slow breath, "Wonder what the connection is? I mean why go after Rhodes? I mean he can be a pain in the ass, but how does he piss off a fanatical gang of guys in power armor?" Clint chuckles, "Yeah, you not dying might help," he says before breaking into a grin. "Congrats," he says raising his beer. "And damn, you should call her that anyhow. It's like me buggy Skye by calling her the IT girl or asking her if it's okay to make my password, password. Teasing is the foundation of a good relationship. True facts."
Tony Stark	"If there's a connection, we'll dig it out," Tony says with his casual, complete confidence that he often exudes. It's just easy to relax and go along with him when he's like that. A low-resistance option. "You're saying I should tease someone." Tony stares at Clint. "Really? You're saying this to me? I have a girlfriend, I'm not entirely a different person. At least, not since I last checked, and I check often. Of /course/ I will call her a number of other creative things that will make the E.A.G.F. seem like a wonderful option. But it will be /too late/," Tony says with a smirk, polishing off the end of the beer and leaning forward to set it down. "If that's true of 'foundation', this thing is never coming loose," Tony says, with a idle self-reflective pause, as if he wasn't sure if that was good, or bad. Tony's owning the whole 'girlfriend' thing, but there's a little natural skittish quality in there that just peeked. Things could flip really quickly.
Clint Barton	Clint nods, going along with him works, especially since Clint has no idea where to look for that connection right now. He takes another long pull from his beer, finishing off the bottle. "Another round?" he asks, already getting up. He laughs though, "Wait, you tease people? When did that start? It's new right?" he says as he pads his way across the hardwood. Yeah, the more beer thing wasn't much of a question. Returning with the two beers. "Seems to be with me and Skye. It's sort of our first language, or, well one of the early ones, easier to tease than to just say what's on our minds," he offers a beer on the way to flopping down into his chair again. "But somehow it works," he continues before crinkling his nose at the pause. "Weird, isn't it?" he says about relationships and all that comes with it.
Tony Stark	"I'm the fun one. Pepper..." Tony pauses, phrasing. It doesn't take long, Tony's usually rapidfire with adjusting his statements, and he does it now. "Pepper's been very direct and clear - from the heart. It's admirable, really. To say exactly what she wants or feels." Tony completely fails to recognize that it has a lot to do with HIM, too. Tony does admire it, and is confused by it, to some extent. "Makes me want to do it too. Which is very unhealthy for me, I'm sure," Tony clarifies, glad to have the second beer. "I think you and Skye had two directions. Either, where you are now -- or a fierce dumpster fire. I prefer this, really, so. Thanks for that."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Yeah, direct, from the heart, sounds like Pepper. But you doing it too?" he asks with a smirk. "Definitely unhealthy. Next thing you'll be straightforward with the Avengers and then what will Cap do if he's got to share the straight arrow role with you total mess." He chuckles. "All joking aside, it's probably simpler that way, glad Pepper's a good influence on you," he says. Then he considers him and Skye, "Yeah, that about sums it up. Got close to the dumpster fire a couple of times, but end of the day, it came down to wanting her more than wanting to be angry and vice versa. So, hey, glad it's working out on this end too."
Tony Stark	"I know you style your relationships over how convenient they are for me," Tony agrees with a grand gesture of hand that comes too naturally. Tony the showman shows up often, easily called to the fore! He scoots up a little in the chair. "Did you not read my message about-- of course you didn't. I already did one great Captain America impression. Got Rogue promoted finally. She's a good kid, deserves to come up and help more. She got that War Dog; followed orders without pause, even though I was improvising by that point, seeing as it turned out Rhodey lacked a plan."
Clint Barton	Clint snickers and rolls his eyes at the grand gesture. "And of course I didn't," he says about the same time as Tony doesn't. He nods, gratified about Rogue, "Good," he says. "I knew when I brought her in, she'd be a good fit, beyond having Carol in her head, she seemed like she wanted to do this for the right reasons, you know, not for the sake of her ego," he gives Tony a smirk, before more seriously adding,"Glad she's fully part of the team. And did see her take down of the War Dog in the files you uploaded from the suit, it was good stuff, but clearly, all due to your awesome on the fly planning."
Tony Stark	"Well, yes. I brought her in -- as soon as I realized it was far more than we'd thought it was," Tony says, shrugging. Willing to just go with that /smaller/ amount of credit. Meaning, pretty much all of it. "I'm still frustrated over losing the top dog there. I console myself with maybe he teleported his groin into a mailbox. Those random teleportation pressers are the opposite of safe and predictable."
Clint Barton	"I meant on the team," Clint says. He did do her introductory interview, bought her pizza and everything, and put her up for the team. He gives a gentle shake of his head and cracks his beer. "Well, you'd know better than me, but isn't that nuts in the mailbox one of the easier ways to go with those teleporters? Like long term, I heard they do funky stuff to your insides, or is that just to scare everyone off wanting one?" he asks with a smirk.
Tony Stark	"The team? Oh, yeah. That was you, buddy," Tony agrees without any particular emotion, shrugging as if it were nothing. In his usual way. And then flashes a wry smirk sideways at Clint. Yep. "It is. You've seen 'the fly'? Or ANY mess on Star Trek? Not far off." Tony quirks his brows once. "Basically.... just be aware of who made it. And how much they like you."
Clint Barton	Clint rolls his eyes again. Yep, still totally Tony. "And thanks," he says giving the billionaire a sarcastic thumbs up. "Yeah, that's what I heard," he says. "Going to take a hard pass on those, like Dr. McCoy, I like my bits where they are," he says. "Hmm, can't be too many people who can make those though right?" he asks. "Might be an in to finding them."
Tony Stark	"I thought so too. Looking at what data I gathered from it. It's a mess, because there was another person there using one -- Deadpool." Tony taps his fingers slowly on the beer and shakes his head. "So I'm untangling it. I'll share what I get with SHIELD when it's more than just garbage."
Clint Barton	"Right, he does have one of those, doesn't he?" Clint says, he's remembered a couple of Deadpool's visits with the device. Fun times. "And cool, appreciated," he says. "Hopefully that'll give us something to find the top dog before his device gets him first."
Tony Stark	"So much for changing the subject," Tony suddenly jokes. "Put two Avengers in a room and all we do is work on saving the world, one bad guy at a time." Tony turns the beer in his hand idly, rotating the bottle. "I should throw another party. Maybe when I'm not exhausted from heroism, but."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Yeah, looks that way, can't get past the need to save the world. Probably in our DNA or something." "That'd be good, get our minds off of things, Skye and I were thinking of throwing a housewarming here too, a little bit more low key, but you'd be invited."
Tony Stark	"That's cool. I can do low key," Tony says, nonchalant. "No press conference on the stoop, then?" Tony asks, with a grin that is only covered when he drinks more of his beer. "Yeah, yeah. 'Welcome to our humble home'. I got it." He's teasing, but not in a mean way. "You should do that. It's a nice place. Really." Tony's being honest, firmly stated.
Clint Barton	Clint chuckles, "Yeah, we'll save the press conferences for our second party," he says with a shake of his head. He looks around the place, sitting back, taking it all in, "Yeah, it is," he says. "It's crazy, never had anywhere near this big before, even when I was a kid, so, kind of wild for me, but I've grown to love it."
Tony Stark	"Where's the rest of my tour?" Tony questions flippantly, with an expectant arch of brows. He can be a normal friend for a few minutes, not the billionaire of Stark Tower. Few minutes, tops. Don't waste it, Barton.
Clint Barton	Clint grins and knocks back the rest of his beer. "Well then get up off your ass and I'll show you around," he says as he puts down the beer and gets himself out of his chair.
Tony Stark	Tony follows suit, but does not put down the beer. That's coming along for the tour. Tony does get a chirp from his pocket, and checks the small tablet quickly, flipping it out automatically. Checking it. And clearly turning it off without pausing. He looks back up and quirks his brows at Barton in a 'go ahead' silent cue, phone slid away.