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Clint Barton	Clint and Skye were finally back from China and once they'd take a bit of time to get settled, it was time to invite friends over and hand over the odds and ends they'd brought back for the important people in their lives. In May's case, that included and invite over to Clint and Skye's. The text from Clint ending with: Clint >> ...Don't need to bring anything, we've got things handled. Knowing these two it likely means pizza and frou-frou beer. As they wait, Clint cracks one of those beers and offers another to Skye. "So, think she suspects?" he asks her leaning against their kitchen island.
Skye Johnson	The kitchen is a litany of ingredients, including two simmering pots on the stove: one a clear broth, the other boiling water, as well as numerous items all sitting in individual dishes on the kitchen island. "Absolutely not. Just told her we had a present for her. She probably thinks we brought her back one of those knocking cats we got Wade." Which makes Skye smirk, and look around. She grabs a pinch of salt and throws it over her left shoulder for good luck. "Unless she talked to Darcy, in which case she might expect something nicer, but certainly not this." Then a moment of panic lights in her eyes. "What if I forget how to do it?"
Melinda May	May brings things anyway. Mostly because while she's okay with pizza, that frou-frou beer can die in a fire. And, really, what she's brought seems innocent enough -- two boxes just barely large enough to hold a six-pack of soda cans each, though they clearly don't contain soda cans. Knocking on the door the Clint and Skye's place, she waits for one of them to answer. And they should appreciate the consideration, as she could so easily just let herself in even if she doesn't have a key to the place.
Vision	Vision is only moments behind Melinda, the crimson skinned Synthezoid dropping from the sky mere feet away from her at the door. "Good evening, Miss May." he intones, brushing off whatever imaginary smoot he could have gotten on his green and gold turtleneck sweater on the way over here. The artificial lifeform's voice seems a bit.. subdued.. or dulled. Like he is distracted a bit. And he is /not/ bringing anything because he was asked not to.
Clint Barton	"Shh, don't you mean W-A-D-E?" Clint asks when Deadpool comes up. Though he nods, "Yeah, sounds like an us thing to do," Clint admits as he looks back and surveys the kitchen before turning back to put a hand on Skye's shoulder. "C'mon you remember how to do all the crazy hacking stuff you do, this is basically the same, just with noodles." That may be over simplifying just a bit. When there's a knock on the door Clint takes a swig of beer and says, "Don't worry we've got this, and also, I've got the door." Setting down his beer he heads to the entry way and lets May and Vision in with a cheery, 'Hey guys, come on in," as he steps out of the way.
Skye Johnson	Skye makes a face at Clint. "Just how is this the same as code, only with noodles? There are real live people involved and possible trips to the emergency room. I have never sent anyone to the emergency room by hacking." Clint, however, is saved by the bell, and the arrival of their guests. Leaving Skye to call out, "We're gathering in the kitchen. Dinner is going to be a bit." Provided she remembers the steps. She'd gotten the broth done ahead of time. And the other fixings weren't hard to do. They were mostly cut and chop, plus a last minute sear for the meat. But the noodles? She was having second thoughts about not letting Clint buy a package of premade 'just in case'. There was no help for it now, though, and it would be mortifying to have to have May save the day, so suck it up Buttercup, and remember what Jun's cousin taught you.
Vision	Vision, being the consummate gentleman (when he's running the right software) allows Melinda to enter first then enters behind her. "Good Evening, Clinton." he says to his archer ally in that still quieter and less intense than usual voice of his. He looks around once, as if this is the first time he has ever been here.. which it isn't, and nods distractedly. "I like your domicile." His nose then wrinkles faintly, olfactory sensors alight and overriding whatever malaise seems to have overcome him, if only momentairly. "Is someone preparing BáitÄng?" he asks.
Melinda May	May gives Vision a searching look, but he's spared from having to explain by Clint opening the door. She nods and steps inside, promptly moving out of the way to let Vision follow. After nodding hello to the archer, she heads for the kitchen at the sound of Skye's voice, and can only agree with Vision's assessment. "That does smell like Baitang." Her eyes take in all of the ingredients arrayed around the kitchen and has already figured out what Skye is fixing. But, she's not going to spoil the kid's fun, so instead she simply adds, "If you've got a kettle, could you set it to boil also? I've brought tea." And then she starts opening the boxes, revealing two teapots -- one is a simple white ceramic, the other is elegant clear glass. She also brandishes two small tins, likely one teapot's worth in each.
Clint Barton	"We'd have to really suck for what we're making to send someone to the hospital," Clint says, though with the stock being made from bones and such, maybe it /was/ possible. He puts off the convo though to answer the door. Vision's reaction to the house and his overall demeanor earns a frown from Clint. "You've been here before, Viz," he says nodding to the cactus over the fireplace. "You got us that and the box of wine." There's a smirk at the latter. He follows the guests to the kitchen, "You're right, it's baitang," he says before shooting a look at Skye. "So, you want to tell them or should I?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	"True," Skye has to admit. Other than the meat, nothing of hte ingredients was a candidate for food poisoning. And while the noodles could be a dismal failure - and might still - they were really just flour and water and an alkaline agent. Nothing to call an ambulance over. Which did go a long way to relaxing the woman so that when Vision and May come into the kitchen and he asks what she's cooking, Skye smirks wryly, "If that means stuff I had to get up very early and use my oven for before putting it in a pot and making broth, then yes." Her nose wrinkles as she grins at May. "Yes, I said broth. And yes, I know you know what this is." Skye hadn't thought she could surprise May past the other woman entering the kitchen, but that was just fine. The point wasn't to keep it a secret until the big reveal - especially when her home smelled like a little hole in the wall Asian restaurant right now. She's already started the noodles, working the dough, trying to get the consistency to begin pulling them - and that there was the part Skye was most worried about. Noodles weren't supposed to be the size of your thumbs in thickness, and she had only *barely* gotten the hang of it by the end of the day they'd taken with Jun's cousin teaching her all she needed to know for May's gift. And yes, if May hasn't guessed it already, her gift from Clint and Skye is Skye learning to make *proper* ramen. A nod to the very first non-ramen meal Skye ever learned to cook at May's hand... that turned out to have ramen noodles in it anyway.
Vision	Vision smiles oddly at Melinda's agreement, like he only notes it subconsciously, and then looks to Clint, with a raised brow. "Yes, I remember." he tells his friend in his matter of fact manner. "Why would you think I believed I had not been here before?" he asks, but then seems to change his focus of attention without abny warning and meanders around the room...
Clint Barton	"Because," Clint says. "You sounded like you were seeing it for the first time," he explains to Vision with a worried look as the synthezoid starts to wander. "You sure you're alright?" he asks. As for May's question, he snags a kettle and fills it with water. "Sure thing," he says even as he glances over to look at Skye with the noodles. "Doing okay there?" he asks. "Maybe Vision can help with those."
Melinda May	"I'll stay out of your way, then. Looks like you have everything under control." May nods her thanks to Clint as he gets the kettle going then starts to set up the two different tea pots. The white ceramic one gets a tin full of small multicolored flowers dumped into it, the other gets an odd little wrapped bundle about the size of a large gumball set next to it. Then she settles in to wait, and she doesn't at all mind waiting. She's pretty sure that this ramen will be worth it. And really, even if it isn't the fact that Skye and Clint have clearly put thought and effort into the meal is more than enough. "Now regale us with everything you did on your vacation."
Vision	Vision is seemingly staring at some framed poster on the wall depicting a circus... his eyes almost unfocused, like it isn't really the poster he is looking at or even thinking off. Out of character for him, he actually starts, jerking a little as Clint asks him if he is alright. For a second he looks to his fellow avenger as if he isn't sure what was even asked but then after a long drawn out moment he nods. "I am operating within parameters, Clinton." he says to his friend. And is totally lying. It's not that he can't lie, or that he isn't even good at it, because he can lie and when he wants to he and can lie with the best of them. But at this exact moment in timespace, Vision isn't trying. He may actually believe he is telling the truth but subconsciously he knows he is not. He looks to Melinda as she readies tea (with CLints help), then to Skye. "Yes, let me assist you, Agent Johnson. Just tell me what part you need assistance /with/, as preparing food of this type is not quite my forte." he instructs her, rolling up his sleeves. "And do, as Agent may suggests, regale us."
Skye Johnson	Skye looks over the assorted bits and bobs of things and isn't quite sure what to direct Vision to do. She catches he's off kilter, but then again, so is she, so it might just be her thinking he's off. "Uh.. if you could uh.. bowls. We need bowls for everyone. And then the frying pan for the meat. The noodles are kinda a one person deal." At least Jun's cousin hadn't shown her how to make it a two person thing, and she wasn't sure she wanted to try experimenting with the pulling and twirling the rope-like bits of dough. It was already taking enough of her concentration not to dangle the noodles onto the floor. "Uh.. we rescued La- er, Marty. You knew about that part. And we actually had to use our bows. Someone is smug about that." She lets Clint handle regaling detail as she works on getting the noodles to the right width.
Vision	He may be.. addled.. but The Vision is still dexterous and able to handle such routines in what would be considered autopilot. With an absent nod he goes about his assigned duties, grabbing bowls with the mechanical speed and smoothness one would expect from someone constructed and not born of flesh. And he gets the pan heated up, frying the meat as Skye hand mangles.. er.. folds the noodles.
Clint Barton	Clint frowns at Vision's response. "Dude, you're sort of freaking me out, seriously, what's wrong with you?" he says his attention is so focused on Vision, the pot runs over with water and he pulls it away wet to set on an element. "Do we need to call Tony to check you out?" He let's Vision get to work but he keeps his eye on him while he does so. "Wait, who's smug?" he teases, eyes still watching Vision. "And yeah, rescued Lag, had a bit of excitement in the Hunan province, really once we got out of Hong Kong, it was less like a normal person's vacation and more like, well, what you'd think our vacation would be like."
Melinda May	May gets the tea set on the table and ready, not dropping the odd little spherical object into the clear glass teapot until shortly before the food is ready, so that as people settle at the table, the tea flower is finished blooming. She seems to be making a point of NOT observing Skye's noodle-making technique too closely. Probably her way of showing approval, not hovering and having to stop herself from offering suggestions. "So you ended up doing at least one covert mission while you were there instead of actually vacationing." She sounds completely unsurprised. Her eyes then fall on Vision again. He is truly behaving oddly and she will corner him to find out if she has to.
Skye Johnson	"Two," Skye blurts out. "Maybe three. Not sure if that thing in Hunan counts." Once everyone's eyes are off her, Skye actually relaxes enough that she makes a decent job of the noodles (finally). She eyeballs them and cuts the lengths, and puts them into the boiling water where in no time flat they're done, ready to be scooped out into bowls, where the other items on the island are added, each bit carefully chosen from the dishes, and placed with care into each ramen bowl. Then the broth, the pork, the oil.. and the piece de resistance.. the egg. Skye stands back and admires her handiwork, nodding before setting a bowl at each place at the table. "Jun's cousin made it look a lot easier. And he said something about ritual or whatever?" fMay is given a lopsided grin as Skye sits down to eat. "So, this is your gift. From us to you. I hope you like it."
Vision	One of the best things about being, basically, a walking and talking computer? Even when you aren't paying attention, you are, because some part of you is storing everythingthat happens within your sensorum's range. Sure, it may take a moment to recall what just happened, but it's all there. So, yes, he is able to keep track of who is saying what.. The minute of vacations being recounted.. Though he won't actually RECALL them fully until he plays them back later. "It sounds as if your vacation was quite eventful.." he says, almost as if what had happened was just the most normal thing ever. HE then looks up from his work and cants his head over his shoulder. "I told you, Clinton. I am operating withing parameters. You have no need to, as you put it, 'freak out'." he informs him.. turns back to his cooking...then furrows his brow as Clint being up possibly being examined. "Tony does /not/ need to check me out. I am /operating/.. /within/.. /parameters/" he says, voice getting sharper suddenly and there is a *creeeeaaaaak* as the metal spatula in his hand is crunched by the tightening of his fingers as if it were tinfoil.
Melinda May	Okay, that does it. "Vision, come with me, please." May says this in a way that someone who doesn't know her well would think it a simple request, but those who know better will register it as the kind of order that should never be ignored. She walks toward the table and sits there, waiting to see if Vision is going to join her or not. She's already half convinced that Stark needs to be called to check the android despite his insistence that he's the synthetic human version of fine. He is clearly anything but.
Clint Barton	"Hunan definitely counts," Clint assures Skye as he moves over to the island to sit in front of his bowl. "And yeah, eventful is one word for it, I need a vacation from my vacation is another," he replies before a thought occurs, "Right, gifts, I'll go get Viz's" he says as he rises again in time to get one hell of a view of the spatula being crushed. "Whoa man, yeah, you should go with May."
Skye Johnson	Skye's lips purse when the spatula bites it. And she knows those tones from May. Of course she's had a unique experience with the woman that most haven't. Certainly not Vision. "Maybe get his gift," she tells Clint, but her eyes are all on Vision, and May. The ramen might bbe getting cold, but all's not right in Denmark at the moment. "Should we call Tony?"
Vision	Vision does not look at them.. not yet. He just stares down at the mangled bit of metal in his hand. He then sets it down, gently, and turns off the heat to the stove and steps back from the still spattering pan. "You do not get to tell me what to do, Agent May." he says, in that ultra calm tone of his.. that wasn't there only moments before. "Despite my respect for your record and accomplishments, I am not under your command nor your purview." He then slowly turns around to face the trio, brows still furrowed. "There is /nothing/ wrong with me. "Why do you both insist that Tony must be called? Is it because I am a /machine/. Something to be /fixed/ by 'the worlds greatest inventor' just because I am operating outside your preconceived expectations? The first time something seems wrong you call in a glorifed mechanic?" ge clenches his fist tightly at his side. "Is this what you feel? Vision, the /machine/ need to be fixed? Needs to be /reminded/ at every moment that he /is/ a machine. If any of your OTHER friends were distressed, would you call in Tony to 'fix' them? No, because they are /people/ and you don't call mechanics to fix /people/, do you?" He closes his eyes. "But I am just a machine." And with that he rises from teh floor.. and passes through the ceiling and up and out of the house.
Melinda May	May opens her mouth to reply, but doens't get the chance before Vision is up and out of the house. She breathes out a particularly vile Cambodian curse. She'd also been thinking that Stark needed to be called, but in her mind it was because Vision seemed emotionally compromised, and she thinks that Stark is one of a very few people that knows the synthetic person well enough to possibly help. And she's still seriously considering calling Tony anyway. If nothing else, he might have the authority to tell Vision to figuratively calm his tits.
Clint Barton	"Hey man, if you were human I'd call a doctor, but seeing as most doctors wouldn't have a clue, Tony's our best bet," Clint protests before Vision rises through the ceiling and is gone. "Well, that's not good," he remarks needlessly. "Let me make a call to the mansion to give the team a heads up. They can probably talk him down and figure out what's going on with him," he says getting up to go make that call.
Skye Johnson	None of that was normal. In fact, if Skye had to put a finger on it, she'd have said Vision had just had something of a temper tantrum in front of them all. Which was a little ridiculous as things went. Unless he had a chip for that. but it didn't seem like the Vision she knew to be trying such a thing out when he'd been invited for a meal to receive gifts. In fact, that Vision she knew would have been the most precise of polite to his hosts. "Well, I don't like doctors either," Skye mutters. "But I think something is wrong."
Melinda May	May looks at Clint and Skye, then nods. "Notify Stark. Vision is emotionally compromised, and someone who knows him well enough to approach him about it needs to know." And she really, really hopes that it gets sorted out calmly. She doesn't want to contemplate having to deal with Vision through the use of force. "But right now, I think we need to eat before everything gets cold."
Clint Barton	Clint nods to Skye. "Yeah, that about sums it up. Never seen him like that before," he says even as he pulls out his phone and steps away to make the call. It's a quick one and he hangs up and heads back to the table. "Yeah and before the broth makes the noodles soggy, that's what Jun's cousin said, need to eat it quick before that happens," he says on the end of May's remarks. "Anyhow, the team is alerted, though Vision being Vision, he's not going to be found unless he wants to be. For now we just have to hope he heads to the Mansion where the team can help him." He sticks his phone away, "Anyhow May, like Skye said, I hope you enjoy your present," he says nodding to the meal. "Believe me, it was an adventure learning to make it."
Skye Johnson	Skye nods, though she still looks concerned about Vision. "This is kind of a let down after that, but I hope it tastes good. I did everything I was taught." And thankfully the broth and everything in the bowls are still of a temperature to enjoy. And as far as it goes, she's not done too bad a job. A few tweaks to her recipe and she'll have a standout dish. Of course nerves and all played a part in this. And it is Skye.. she's not a likely candidate for a Blue Ribbon award. However, it /is/ ramen. The girl does have incentive with this one.