Owner	Pose
Skye Johnson	So. This was it. The Canadian Wilderness. Trees for forever. Nearby mountains. A lake. And snow. Lots and lots (and lots) of snow. Thank the gods there was also wifi available, but as suspected, it was via satellite feed. The uplink was stable, and decently fast, earning Skye's reluctant approval - though in all honesty, she was pretty good with just about anything as long as she could log in. She and Clint had mostly unpacked, and somehow not burnt the cabin down while starting a fire in the fireplace, but someone insisted that they scout the local area some, finally convincing Skye with promises of finding some spaces that they could practice their archery. With apologies to Merida for the weather, Skye had taken her bow and quiver of arrows, and trudged after Clint into the Great White North. "I'm not calling people hosers, you know. Or doing that whole backbacon thing. Just what is backbacon anyway? But I have to admit, their beer is better." Yeah. Canadian beer. That's where it's at. "Are you sure we're not lost?"
Clint Barton	Clint leads the way checking his satellite GPS unit he'd taken from the quinjet when May dropped them off. "We're almost on site," he calls back to Skye, his voice sounding loud in the quiet of the wilderness. He drops the volume a bit, to snort, "It's not like they issue back bacon at the border, Keyboard, I think you're safe." Then he adds, "Or at least I don't think they do, I don't have any idea what that is either...or what a hoser is for that matter." He shakes his head. The archer, has his SHIELD bow in hand, and a quiver of arrows mixed in with the gear bags slung on his back. "Should be like 200 feet forward, or you know, some amount of meters, because Canada." Not that Clint couldn't do the conversion, but since they were ragging on Canada...
Logan	Another day in the cold wilderness for the X-Man himself. Logan was trudging through the cold and wilderness as well, in the late days of December. It was always better to be here in British Columbia this time of year, instead of Alberta. Less snow, and less...people. Logan had a few haunts, and he hit the BC one when the Alberta spots were too "hot" and lately it seems everyone knew where he was when he was in Alberta.     So, BC it was. Hearing voices, Logan wonders who would be coming to this spot this time of year. Making himself scarce, and down wind of the new arrivals, Logan sniffs, and frowns. Dammit, they found him...although listening to them seems to suggest they weren't actually looking for him.
Skye Johnson	"I have no clue what a hoser is either," Skye mutters over the wind that's picking up, sending eddies of snow swirling around their feet, and the bases of the nearby trees. "It came up in some search I was doing before we left. Something about Bob and Doug MacKenzie? And maybe they should issue backbacon at the border." It had bacon in the name - how bad could it really be? Speaking of bacon, though... "Say, did May say how long before the next supply run?" Skye had discovered the pastries already, and the fridge and freezer were fully stocked.. still. "She was just kidding about the whole if we got desperate we'd be fine for a few days with what we could hunt, right? I mean, she didn't really mean that." It was May. You never could tell. "And how do you lose a cabin? We were *just* there? I can see 200 feet meters and I don't see the damn thing."
Clint Barton	Clint reaches up to pull his hood closer as the wind picks up. "No idea who they are," Clint says before giving a brief nod, "And true, bacon is bacon... at least I hope so. I mean these guys put milk in bags, so I'm not putting it past them to mess up bacon somehow." "And a week, I think, she'll drop the supplies when she picks us up for the party." He glances back at Skye then, "Anyhow there looks like a good place to shoot up ahead."
Logan	@emit Logan listens to the chat, and nods, as though he knows who these people are. The "archer" with the SHIELD bow, he recognizes, of course. The other one was a little harder to pinpoint, but he recognizes the scent from the last time he was in Fury's office stealing his cigars. There was something different about her though. A metallic tinge to her scent.     As they continue their conversation about bacon, Logan realises how hungry he was. His stomach picks that moment to growl. Shaking his head, Logan decides to step out from his cold spot of concealment and waves to the two Americans.     "A little cold out to be searching for a romantic spot, ain't it?" Logan growls. He is wearing a leather jacket, brown in colour, blue jeans, and brown hiking boots. His cowboy hat on his head partial hides his eyes, as he uses the two longest fingers or his right hand to salute the two SHIELD hikers.
Skye Johnson	Skye is in the middle of telling Clint "That's what you said half an hour ago" (it was fifteen minutes, tops) "I'm beginning to think.." And then there's Logan, and Skye is startled. Because the boonies. In the middle of Bob-damned NOWHERE and who the hell is this and how did they find them? Because.. well, it wasn't like either of the pair had somehow gleaned a harem of international enemies trying to kill them, but Skye certainly did have two very pending problems in her life and she was supposed to be out of reach of both of them right now.. "Jesus fucking christ, who the hell are you?" She fairly jumps, and her heartrate explodes into a flurry of startled beats. The nearby trees begin to shimmy and sway rather erratically.
Clint Barton	"Uh-huh," Clint says doing the hand flappy motion. "Keep talking you're just wasting heat," he teases. At the sound of a voice out here in the woods Clint turns, his bow comes up and the string creaks as he pulls back with an arrow he grabs from his quivver. It's not until he's sighting on his target he recognizes the voice. "Jesus," he says lowering his bow. "Logan, what are you doing here?" he asks with a grin. He turns to Skye. "This is Logan, he's an Avenger among other things," he says with a wry smile letting Logan fill in the details of his various associations if he wished.
Logan	Logan frowns, and watches as Skye does her thing. "Interestin'" Logan says, and says, "Logan, darlin'. As he says." Nodding to Clint, Logan continues, "I tend to show up in the strangest of places. You two happened ta' pick one' a tha' spots I go to now and then to get away from it all. It seems like those places are startin' to get creeped on by civilization. Hurumph."     Logan pulls a cigar out of his jacket, takes out a lighter, and lights it. Putting it in his mouth, his eyes next go to Clint. "AN here we got an Avenger, SHIELD member, and his TO I assume?" He thumbs towards Skye with a grin. "Aboot time someone taught ya' tha' ropes, Barton. Somethin' other than shootin' a bow and arrow."
Skye Johnson	Skye isn't all that reassured by Clint's introduction - mainly because their surprise arrival has just shot through her calm, and now that the trees are swaying, and she can feel it building within her, that pressure she's come to associate with whatever it is she can do (so far wreck rooms, it seems), the girl is heading towards a little bit of a panic. Like, what if she can't get it under control? And how'd he sneak up on them? And oh god.. May was going to kill her if someone saying 'hello' had her in this state. "Minute here," she manages to bite out. "Working on a thing." Her eyes closing to help her focus. It helps - some. "Heh," she tells Clint, squinting, as she bends over, hands on her knees to help regain control, "Your friend is a smartass." The trees continue to sway as her breathing slow down, but really, if you weren't someone with other ways to sense that something was definitely off about Skye, and the situation, you could just convince yourself the wind had gotten very gusty for a minute there.
Clint Barton	"Blame Fury," Clint says of civilization encroaching on Logan's peace and quiet. "He's the one who sent us here. We've got food and beer though, so, hey, civilization isn't so bad, right?" he offers arms spread. "And hey, she's not my..." he begins. Then he notices the swaying and standing this close he can feel the vibrations coming off of Skye. He moves to her side, crouching next to her in the snow. "Hey Keyboard, you got this," he says by way of encouragement. "I'm here, it'll be okay."
Logan	Puffing on his cigar, Logan moves around the tree, and fully into their sight. He drops his hands on his hips, and regards the both of them for a moment, before replying, letting Skye get control of her powers. "That's gotta' be hard, darlin'." Logan says, the cloud of smoke around his head dissipating quickly in the cold winter air.     "Mutant?" Logan asks Clint, nodding towards Skye. "Ah, Fury. Figures. Hurumph." Logan grunts, and shakes his head. "Food and beer. Sounds good." Did he just invite himself to their place? "Least ya' could do for runin' my walkabout here."     Logan moves to stand nearer. "Ya' coming or what? She's alright, bub. She got it. I can tell, she's a strong one. Wonder what's she's doin' with you, kid?" Logan grins and winks, letting Barton know he was teasing him...again.
Skye Johnson	"Am not a mutant," Skye manages, still working on that catching her breath and getting her heartrate under control. Finally managing to get it to the point where she's not about to level the surrounding area in the next five minutes. "And I'm working on it. Sorta new to this whole gig." new she says, like she has /any/ idea of what it is this gig is, other than when she got upset, things shook and broke apart. Now, if she could harness that... "We have food," Skye notes, taking her time coming back to standing. "What we don't have is a cook. I'm cup'o'ramen. And he's pizza in a box." Totally throwing Clint under the bus with that lie there. He wasn't actually a bad cook if it wasn't fancy. And Skye had something like three meals down pat now? Not including making ramen from scratch. (Say, did May leave ingredients for that?) Heartbeat still doing a flutter, but things mostly under her control now, Skye laughs. "I felt sorry for him? Someone spilled a drink on him. Couldn't send him home in wet clothes."
Clint Barton	Clint gives Skye's shoulder a squeeze as she seems to get her powers under control. "You alright?" he asks, before he stands up and offers Skye his hand to help her to her feet while she stands. "And hey I cook, semi deently!" Clint teases back giving Skye a little nudge with his foot. "And oh no, it's much worse than that, she's actually dating me. I know, crazy right? Serious lack of judgement on her part if you ask me." He laughs. "Anyhow, we really do have that food, c'mon, we'll show you the way, and then we can have this conversation over beer like civilized people." A beat. "Or you know, us."
Logan	"Right, one o' those then." Logan nods, thinking he has her figured out with those few sentences. "New is okay. We all have our issues, kid." Logan nods at Skye. When she describes their cooking talents, Logan chuckles and says, "See, now ya' went and gave yerself codenames. Something I will always remember. Cup'o and..."     Looking at Barton, Logan raises an eyebrow, and says, "I see. Heaven forbid. No wet clothes." Logan actually grins, and removes the cigar from his mouth to exhale. "Ah like her, Pizzaman." Logan says to Clint. "She's got spunk. And her language was perfect fer gettin' scared half ta' death. You two drunk must be a hoot!" Logan chuckles. "And here ah' thought ah'd be in a bad mood with you too hogging ma' solitude."     Logan trudges towards where the cabin was, the opposite direction the two SHIELD agents were heading. "I figured ya' was dating, Barton. You have each other's scent on tha' other." Logan looks over his shoulder. "This way Barton." Logan shakes his head, trailing cigar smoke behind him.