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Clint Barton	Clint was glad the guy at the counter spoke English. Clint hadn't though about that when he thought to finally make good on his tattoo promise to Skye while they were in China, he couldn't imagine trying to explain what he wanted through gestures and Stark Translate. Fortunately, this posh little tattoo parlor in Downtown Hong Kong had seen it's share of English speaking customers so they had him covered. "So, the night sky in blacks and purples, then negative space for the characters?" the guy confirms. Clint nods, "Yeah, that's right, oh and about the characters? They're right, aren't they? I'm not writing dumbass on my chest?" The guy smiles and shakes his head. "No, they say Dark Sky, if that's what you want to say." Clint glances back to Skye. "Yep, that sounds about right." The guy nods, "Great, give me five minutes and we'll have a chair ready for you." Clint nods, "Great," before stepping back to stand next to Skye. "Well, it begins," he says with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "Scale of one to ten, how bad did yours hurt?" he asks her.
Skye Johnson	Skye was.. both touched and excited. And, she'd admit, looking forward to a little bit of good-natured ribbing of Clint as he got his work done. Sadly, she didn't speak the language either, so she had to trust the tattoo artist wasn't selling them a line, and the kanji were, indeed, "Dark Sky" and not "Dumbass"... Not that she wouldn't smirk at Dumbass being plastered on his chest. At least at first. However, this was infinitely better, and when she thought about it, it made her all melty inside. It hardly seemed to her that they could possibly be those two people who couldn't figure out how to talk to one another when they first met and had relied on someone else taking a joke and forcing the issue. It reminded Skye that they really did owe Nat a lot. "Scale of one to ten?" Skye grins at Clint.. "You can't handle the truth."
Clint Barton	Clint might have been a carnie but this was his first tattoo. At first he'd neve picked one because he was never sure he'd like something enough to have it on his skin forever, that stayed the same through the rest of his life reinforced by his life of crime and a spy where tattoos were marks that could give you away in the field. Now though, both of those objections didn't mater so much any more. For one thing, he didn't see himself not wanting Skye or having some reminder of her worked into his skin and two, SHIELD had the tech to cover tattoos for field work, high end stuff, so, there was no reason to say no and all the reasons to do it. He chuckles to himself, they'd come a long way from their first 'date' at the Ukrainian bar where Nat had given them the final shove towards being a couple. The chuckle becomes a laugh at Skye's joke. "Really, you're dropping Nicholson on me?" he says shaking his head. "You just talked yourself out of tips on which parts of training hurt the most," he teases crossing his arms. Though he adds, "Though really, how much does it hurt?"
Skye Johnson	"Oooo, got it in one," Skye teases. "I'll have to make it harder for you next time. And I know where you sleep.." She considers him and holds out a hand doing a comme ci comme ca gesture. "Enh.. It hurt? I didn't crush Darcy's hand. But my thigh is a lot fleshier than your chest. The guy said over bones hurts more."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, "I did, but wow old movie, how am I the old guy here again?" he teases back before. "And so do I, that's how I find my bed," he says to that last remark. "Sounds like I'm in for a fun time," he says. "Should have brought an ICER with it in cases I start sobbing in public," he jokes. Though, the guy returns and says, "We're ready for you," he says. Clint nods and turns to Skye, "So, going to let me crush your hand?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	"How?" Skye teases. "You always were. And thought you knew that about me. Retro junkie, Hotshot." She grins at him. When the tattoo artist returns she nods her chin his way, telling Clint, "Oh god, are you going to cry? Because if you cry I am taking a video." To answer his question about holding his hand, she offers him one of hers while making their gesture with the other. ~Skye loves Clint/Hotshot loves Skye~
Clint Barton	"True enough," Clint says about the retro thing. "But still not old," he says of himself. "You would too," he teases about the video and takes her hand to walk back to the studio. The place looked clean, with the big dentist like chair set up by a mirror and all the various torture implements of the tattoo artist's craft. Disengaging from Skye's hand for a moment at the artist's direction he removes his shirt, and puts it on a hook before laying down on the table. He wasn't going to lie, he was a little nervous, not about the pain, he'd been interrogated a bunch of times by less than nice people, plus his old man beat the shit out of him, pain was familiar despite all his jokes to the contrary, but it was the meaning in the moment. This was a moment, he was literally writing Skye's name, well okay, handle right on his heart. It felt big. He reaches out a hand to Skye, with a smile, "DarkSky claims another system, huh?" he asks her.
Skye Johnson	Skye checks the place out as well. It looked as clean as the place Darcy had taken her too. Perhaps cleaner, even, relaxing Skye considerably. She watches his take his shirt off in preparation for the work about to be done, eyes taking his bare chest in with appreciation - but it's his words that stop her dead in her tracks and soften her features, causing her to step closer, tiptoing up to tilt her head for a kiss. "Yeah, guess so. Damn, Hotshot. You make me cry and I'm gonna.. just shut up and kiss me."
Clint Barton	Clint sees his words hit the mark and smiles. When she bends for the kiss he leans forward to meet her, cupping her face before returning the offered kiss with affection. As he lays back down on the chair, he chides lightly, "No crying, remember, sobbing is my job today," he says with a smirk before his expression softens and he says, "Meant it though." The artist had politely turned away during the kiss, but turns back now with the machine and the image in hand. "Are you ready?" he asks. A glance is thrown Skye's way. "As I'll ever be," he says with a smile for her before he turns back and gives a nod. "Okay, let's do this."
Skye Johnson	Skye's eyes glitter, but no tears yet. She's quick to take up a seat at Clint's side and let the artist begin his work. Her fingers squeeze his, both in thanks, and in support. "Damn straight it's your job today. Told you, going to video the whole damned thing." Not that she's pulled out her phone or anything, even. Idle threats. It's clear, though, that he's touched her, and deeply.
Clint Barton	Clint doesn't remark or teas about the glittering eyes. There were some things even they left alone. He was touched to see it though and he gives her a soft smile as she takes his hand. "Well get your phone-" he says before he's cut off by the buzzing of the machine and the sudden clenching of his jaw as the pins make contact with his skin. They hadn't told Skye wrong about it being worse over bone. Still, he had worse, and after a moment he can make himself breathe. "Not bad," he says with his exhale. "Think I could even nap through this," he brags.
Skye Johnson	"Liar," Skye chides softly. "Probably break my phone with all the bawling and boo-hooing like a baby." Still, her fingers tighten around his. "So how many ramen places do you think there are here anyway? Wonder how many we can hit before we head back home." Yep. She's distracthing him.
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, through gritted teeth. "Manly image you're painting of me there, Keyboard," he says as he grips her hand. "Question one, no idea. Question two, all of them," he says with tight smile sent her way.
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs. "All of them, huh? Was thinking, maybe after I find a place that teaches how to make the stuff, we could have a few friends over? Surprise May?" She hrms. "Actually, wonder if we could find one of those courses while we're here? Could bring that back to thank her?"
Clint Barton	The distraction seems to be working as Clint chats merrily along. "Yep, every last one," he says. "They're going to need to send the Bus to pick us up we'll be too fat to fly commercial," he promises before giving the idea of classes some thought. "I like that, plus, we learn how to make that stuff, let's put that on our list then, scratch that, top of the list." The tattoo guy chimes in without taking his eyes off his work, "My cousin Yan works at one of those shops, could call and see if he'll teach you guys." Clint gives Skye a look, "Give him a try?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	"You'll be fat," she retorts easily. "I'll just be cute and full." Totally laughing at and with him, and outright teasing, hoping that she's keeping his mind off of the work being done. Her eyes widen, "Really? Think he would?" She looks from Clint to the artist. "Yeah, I'd love it if he would. I mean, other than ramen is like the food of the gods, there's this person who has been nicer to me than anyone almost and I'd like to show her how much I appreciate it." She grins at a memory, even if the tattoo artist didn't need to know, "We had a housewarming and she made us potstickers as a gift. Put a bunch in our freezer for when we get back from here. Like who does that?"
Clint Barton	Clint almost swats at Skye, but that would mean moving so, she gets a pass, "Cute and full huh?" he says. "Noted." "Probably," the artist, says still keeping his eyes on the work as he adds more to the tattoo. "He'll want money, but yeah, he'll do it," he says smiling as Skye heaps praise on ramen. "We call it Lamian," he says. "Japanese can't do 'l's' so that's so they added a r's, but it's Cantonese food," he assures them. "But my cousin he's pretty good, I'll call him later and give you the address to his shop, if you like lamian, it's a good spot for it, right by the harbour." Clint nods approvingly, "Sounds good, man," he says. The stuff about May gets a warm smile from the artist, Jun, by name, "Sounds like something my Mom would do," he says. "She's always bringing food and checking in on me." Clint can't help but smile at that.
Skye Johnson	"Cute and full," Skye confirms smugly. Especially as she can read that aborted swat in his features. "We don't have a lot of money," Skye says cautiously. "But we'd pay. I mean, yeah, we'd pay." She's back to being excited by the whole thought, even if she suspects they might have to pay an arm and a leg for this - what with being 'white American tourists'. Still, in her gut, she knew this was the right gift to bring home for May.
Clint Barton	Clint remarks to Jun, "Yeah, she's sort of like our Mom," he says, before adding. "Not in a literal sense," he says because that'd be weird. "But yeah, when we're done give him a call and we'll talk to him," he says. He was sure the price was going to be high but hell, it was only money and he couldn't think of a more perfect gift for May. "Good idea, Keyboard," Clint smiles over at Skye, giving her hand a squeeze.
Skye Johnson	Since Clint is letting it out of the bag, and given there's very little likelihood May is going to find out... "Yeah," Skye agrees. "She kinda took us in at different times and made sure we knew someone gave a shit about us. Probably would have ended back up on the streets" or in prison "if it weren't for her. And she does it all without wanting people to know it, too. Like, so we show up here? And she's paid for our rooms for the first two nights." Skye still can't believe *that*.
Clint Barton	Yeah, Clint figured Jun was safe to talk to, he picked the place himself rather than it being one of May's recommendations. He nods, "Yeah, and you should see the rooms too, a little stark, but wow, huge and a killer view." He smiles at the memory of it, it still boggled him. When did people start doing nice things for them? Jun chuckles, "Sounds like a good Mom then. Mine brings me food, but she hasn't bought me any fancy hotel rooms either," he says. "I can definitely get you in touch with Yan though, tell him that story he might give you a discount."
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs, remembering. "She taught me to make my very first meal." And here she has to admit to Clint the little secret that she's been keeping.. "I dropped the pasta in the sink by accident. So we took all the packets of ramen I had and used them instead. We just told you it was fancy pasta." So the very first meal Skye ever cooked on her own, and by proxy, for Clint, was... Ramen.
Clint Barton	Clint nods at the meal bit, but when she tells him about the ramen. He looks like he might burst a blood vessel in his attempt not to laugh. "Jeeze, of course you tell me now," he says with a grin. "Remind me to swat you later. So, all that talk of skinny noodles was just a smoke screen?" he asks, amusement glinting in his eyes.
Skye Johnson	Skye nearly collapses in laughter. "Yeah. I mean, okay, May said that there are actually skinny noodles.. cappaletti?" She tilts her head, trying to remember. "That they really were like. She didn't figure you'd know the difference." And oh how smug Skye had been that evening when he not only ate them, but declared them a 'real meal'. After his comments on her mugs of instant ramen (which she couldn't fully fault him for considering it had led to them dating), she'd been utterly amused that he had no clue. And now he did. It was doing a wonderful job of distracting him. The pair very obviously, and very fondly, in love.
Clint Barton	Clint grins, "I'd be offended, but she was totally right had no clue," he says. "Plus May always pulls weird food stuff out of wherever and so I figured she knew what she was talking about." He shakes his head, "Wait and I totally made a big deal about it too, didn't I? That it was a real meal not ramen?" he says holding up a hand to Jun to stop so he could finally laugh about all of this. "God, I am not sure how I didn't see it on your face, you've got better self-control than I give you credit for." He beckons her over to him, since wasn't been tattooed at the moment, he was going to take advantage of it, with a smile playing on his lips he says, "Kiss me, Keyboard."
Skye Johnson	A full on giggle bursts from Skye as he remembers. "We all knew. It was hilarious. And May sitting there, all butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. It was great." Still laughing, she leans in and gives him a slow, lingering kiss. "Damn I love you," she tells him softly when the kiss breaks.
Clint Barton	Clint shakes his head, still laughing, "God damn it," he curses without an ounce of malice. The kiss stops the laughter as he returns it in kind, lifting a hand to rest gently against her cheek as they kiss. When it breaks, he grins, "Love you too," he says, flashing the same message with his hands before setting back down again, and offering one of those hands to Skye. To Jun, he nods, "Alright, sorry about that, let's get going again."
Skye Johnson	Clint gets a one handed return of his signing to her. "I was saving it for a special occassion. I guess this counts," she tells him softly, with a grin, nodding to Jun to continue as well, settling back out of his way, but still holding Clint's hand. "Turns out," she tells Clint, "That it's more expensive to buy the packets than the real stuff, though. At least for how much you use. Like who knew that?"
Clint Barton	Clint's eyes blink closed as the work continues. "That's sweet, Keyboard," he says as they open again, cutting her way. He gives her hand a squeeze. "And no shit? Really? The packets are so cheap. Would never have guessed. We'll have to stock up after our lessons."
Skye Johnson	"Packets /are/ cheap," Skye tells him. "But you need more than a couple to make the meal. And a whole bag of the pasta costs less. Weird, huh?" She shrugs. It might be the sum total of her grocery store knowledge.
Clint Barton	Clint wouldn't be surprised if it was. Not that he was an expert really, before he started cooking for them both his fridge was mostly full of cold pizza and protein shakes. Yeah, he was a total hypocrite bugging Skye about her food! "Definitely weird," he agrees with a smile. "I guess the cost comes in when you add all the extra stuff like eggs and meat and whatever."
Skye Johnson	He gets a non-commital shrug from Skye at that. "I have no clue. I don't grocery shop, remember?" Well, she must at some time or another, as there are always packets of the instant ramen squirrelled away in a drawer. Someone is buying them.. Skye peeks over at the work being done. "Hey, it's looking pretty good."
Clint Barton	"Wait are you saying there's a ramen fairy putting packets in the drawer by the bed?" Clint asks when she asserts that she never goes shopping. Though, it was true Clint did most of it. "And fair enough, still, sounds like this will work out pretty well," he says of them cooking their own 'fancy ramen'. "Are we still trying all the ramen at that spot from before we left or are we just doing our own now?" he asks. At the comment about the work, he looks over, "Really?" he asks. "I've been avoid looking, don't want to jinx it."
Skye Johnson	Skye fairly collapses into giggle. "Oh. My. God. When did you find those? I was waiting for you to mention them forever!" A personal joke left behind, waiting for him to see it. "And what kind of nonsense is this 'are we still trying'? Are you even someone I should know asking that?" Skye gives his fingers a squeeze. "Yes. All of them. Still. And the work looks.." She peers at it. "So, I'm curious, the tentacles.. they were on the original drawing, were they?" Wait for it..
Clint Barton	Clint's lips pull back in a tight grin fighting back a laugh. "Just before we left, you were at the office, but just about peed myself laughing." He gives his head a shake, "Oh and not for nothing, check the nightstand on your side of our bed at the hotel." Relaxing some now that he's not on the verge of a laugh he shoots her a much more shit-eating sort of grin. "Ha," Clint says, "Yeah, stupid question, of course we're going to." He says before his eyes narrow and pulls his hand away to give her a playful swat on the knee before returning it to her hand. "Funny." He looks to Jun, "There's no tentacles right?" The artist smiles, "Want me to show you?" Clint lets out a breath and glances back at Skye. "I'm going to trust this one is messing with me," he says with narrowed eyes aimed at Skye. "Well, I'm most of the way done, so you'll see the finished product soon." He does move his hand to give Skye a peek, the tattoo matches the drawing well, purple and black night sky, white stars and the Chinese characters for Dark Sky being formed from negative space. Jun gives her a look to ask wordlessly: 'good, right?'.
Skye Johnson	"Stupid question," Skye agrees. "Very stupid. Would be like me asking if we're taking Reggie on our next trip too. D'uh." Of course her eyes merely twinkle at him when he wonders if she's joking or not. "Maaaaayyyybe?" Her hand re-capturing his. Only when Jun shows her the full of what he's done so far, a small gasp escapes her. "It's.." Her features soften, and the twinkle in her eyes begins to glitter. "Damn, Hotshot. It's me. Right there, over your heart. It's.." She nods at Jun. "More than good. It's beautiful."
Clint Barton	Clint fights back a chuckle, "True," he says of it being a stupid question. "Besides, never know when trouble might find us," he says about the bow. "Such a jerk," he grins at her when she draws out the suspense. He squeezes her hand. Though, when she gasps, he blinks and lifts his head, almost looking for himself, but Skye's expression tells him all he needs to know. He grins settling his head back, "Glad you like it, Keyboard," he says. "Wouldn't want you anywhere else," he says. It's hard to tell who's happier, Jun or Clint. Jun gets back to work, forming the outlines of the rest of he characters.
Skye Johnson	Skye crinkles her nose at Clint, telling him fondly, "Love it. I mean, I liked it when you showed me, but now that I'm seeing it?" Yeah. Her expression says it all. Though she can't help a laugh, with regards to Reggie. "Ever think trouble finds you /because/ you carry him around with you?" She secretly thinks Clint likes finding trouble.
Clint Barton	Clint's grin gentles into a warm smile. "Glad it makes an impression," he says. She's not wrong about wanting to find trouble but he still razzes her. "Oh come on, I found the forms for the customs guy eventually!" he says still smiling. "They only detained us for 30 minutes and we got both of our bows back!" He shakes his head at the memory. "Anyhow, you'll be glad for Reggie and Merida if we run into more than a couple of angry customs guys."
Skye Johnson	"Forty-five minutes, and they still didn't believe us." She laughs. "I can't believe you played the Avengers card." Truth be told, she's kind of happy they did bring the bows along, now that they're here. Not that she has any clue when or where they might use them. More like it's a little bit of home along with them. Something to ground them and keep a little of the magic that seems to surround the couple alive.
Clint Barton	The bows did make the trip feel more like home, like them, that little bit of their craziness packed along with them. "It opens doors," Clint says of being an Avenger before looking to Jun. "I'm an Avenger by the way," he mentions. Jun looks puzzled more than impressed. "Which one? You swear so you can't be Captain America and you're too short to be Thor." Clint sighs pointing at Skye, "Shush you," he tells her holding in a chuckle. "I'm Hawkeye," he tells Jun. "Ah," the man says non-comital.
Skye Johnson	Skye shrugs. "You win some, you lose some?" She tells Jun, "He's the one who shoots the bow. Lots of fancy arrows." Turning back to Clint, "You're just lucky that second Customs guy /did/ know who you were." Because she wasn't playing the 'hey I was in the news, too' card. "And fine, I'm a *little* bit glad we brought them."
Clint Barton	"Guess so," Clint says, "Seems more the last one than the first." Jun 'ah's' again, this time with recognition. "I thought your name was Hawkguy." Clint sighs at that, "I've heard worse," he says and looks to Skye, "I met someone who actually thought my name was Hotguy. Which sure, apt, but who picks that for their codename?" he says. "Maybe, Tony," he amends. "Yeah, well it was better than flashing our work ID, then that becomes a whole thing," he says, especially when it came to Skye. China was a signatory with SHIELD but still, he didn't quite trust them to be cool with the whole hacker business. "Yeah, me too," he says. "Maybe we'll get a chance to practice when we're out of the city."
Skye Johnson	Skye snorts at Clint, laughing. "That was that girl down the hall, right? The Hotguy thing? And Gino still doesn't know who you are, I don't think." When Clint mentions flashing their work badges, she nods, grinning, "Don't think I didn't think about it. Though whose? Yours might outrank mine, but by that time they'd probably wonder if they were fake." She mimes pulling cards out of a wallet and holding one up, squinting at it. "Triple A, nope.." "Maybe," she agrees, about the bows. "Though not sure I remember archery ranges in any of the writeups we looked at."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Yep, that's her," he says. It wasn't impossible it was a line, but if so Clint didn't bite, still damn funny though. He'd signed her poster, Hotguy just for the laugh. "And Gino knows, he just likes to bug me, I am pretty sure he was the guy who started the Hawkguy one around the building." Clint grins, "Yeah, if I kept pulling they'd have locked us up for sure, so good thing it didn't come to that. I'd hate to have to explain that one to the boss when he finally figured out we weren't just on a really long vacation." "That's what the woods are for," Clint says of bow practice. Assuming that there were woods, Clint hadn't been to the mainland before, but from what he saw of Hong Kong green space was at a premium.
Skye Johnson	Skye chokes on a laugh. "Oh, god, can you imagine Fury's face? He'd be all like I told you to take as long as you needed, not get yourselves locked up indefinitely."
Clint Barton	Clint holds up a hand to Jun, getting him to stop long enough to laugh again. "Oh god, he'd be furious," he says, laughing even more for the unintentional pun. "Think if we did, he'd give us another vacation to make up the time?" he asks, knowing how /that/ would go over.
Skye Johnson	Skye is laughing almost as hard as Clint. "No. He would not give us another vacation. He'd tell us we used it up, and too bad, so sad we decided to take it in lockup." She can't seem to stop laughing, thinking about it. "And you should be ashamed of that pun." Pause. "Though it's an *awful* good one."
Clint Barton	Clint nearly has tears in his eyes. "Oh god, yeah, could you imagine the look on his face if we'd asked?" he says, still laughing. "He'd probably just leave us in lock up for a couple more months just for that." He shakes his head, then gives Skye a swat. "Oh like that was any better!" he protests.
Skye Johnson	She doesn't even try to dodge the swat, knowing she not only deserves it, but it would mean letting go of Clint's hand if she did... Though Jun is nearly done by now, and surely Clint would survive.. "Nah, not months. We're still some of his best Agents. He'd mean to leave us there, but he'd spring us before the week was out once he knew we were slacking off in prison and not on vacation."
Clint Barton	Clint grins then taking a deep breath to try and purge the last of the giggles, he nods for Jun to finish the job. "True, he'd need us before too long, really it's a minor miracle we haven't gotten a message for some work he wants us to do in China," he says before letting his voice trail off, "Hey, Keyboard, knock on some wood for me would you? I don't want to jinx us." It would be just like Fury to call them up to get some work out of them even if he did owe them this break.
Skye Johnson	Without missing a beat, Skye reaches over and knocks on Clint's head. "There. And don't say things like that! He /will/ find a way to use us over here." She's now fully expecting him to. 'Oh, by the way, Agents, since you're already there...'
Clint Barton	Clint wrinkles his nose at Skye, "How'd I not see that coming," he jokes when she knocks on his head. "And I know, bad juju," he says of tempting fate. "Anyhow, let's not talk about the boss anymore, I swear he hears it." Still he hoped Fury wouldn't trouble them, at least, not for a bit, he was kind of enjoying the time off. Then the buzzing of the tattoo machine stops and Jun finishes, looking up, "Okay, I think it's good," he looks to Clint in particular. "Did you want to take a look?" he asks. Clint, glances to Skye, "Looks amazing right?" he asks for confirmation before checking it out himself.
Skye Johnson	Skye just laughs. "You walked right into it. And you're probably right. He'd kinda like Wade that way." She leans to peek at the tattoo, and her smile says it all. "Oh, Clint, it's.. you gotta look, it's gorgeous." Mind you, it might be easier for him to see via a mirror than looking down at it.
Clint Barton	"True," Clint grins before he says, "Don't say his name!" meaning Wade. Him he really thought could hear him wherever they were. The smile does tell him all he needs to know, so, when Jun pulls back, Clint sits up using the mirror on the wall to see the tattoo. Skye was right, it was beautiful, even raw as it was, the colours of the night sky and stars worked well with the skin tone letters that filled the empty spaces in that skye. He grins, reaching out for Skye's hand again, "You're not wrong," he says with a glance sent her way before he turns back to look at the work again. It was a modest sized thing, but it was beautiful and intricate and spoke to him in a way he would never have believed a tattoo could. "Amazing," he says still grinning. Jun is given a look, "Thank you, seriously, this is amazing." Jun smiles, "No problem." Turning back to Skye, Clint is still just amazed, "Well, there it is," he says, glancing down at it. "Still think it looks good?"
Skye Johnson	Skye nods, looking from the tattoo, to his face, and back again. "It's.. wow. I never would have imagined someone wanting to do that for me. Or that it would be so.. like, holy shit, Hotshot, it's amazing. The work is just amazing." She grins at him. "Almost makes me want to get another."
Clint Barton	Clint chuckles at Skye's reaction. "I wouldn't have imagined it either, wanting one, or someone getting one for me," he says. "It's crazy but in all the best ways," he says. It also stung like a bitch. "Glad you like it," he says, then shifts in order to get up. "Well, if you want another, I am sure Jun could squeeze you in," he teases before sitting back down again. Jun still had to cover the thing and get him ready to go. Before that though, he leans over, eyes dipping to her lips before he kisses her softly and quickly, saying "Definitely worth it," as their lips part.