Owner	Pose
Darcy Lewis	The objective was simple enough: Capture the Flag. The thing was, there were obsticles in the way and Darcy was head to head against Clint Barton. In addition to experience in the field, the agent had the advantage of having 'played' this particular 'game' before. Darcy, however, had her skates. The question was: would that REALLY make any difference or will Barton smoke her as is expected? There isn't a starting line. Just the two of them on opposite sides of the course, equidistant to the flag. They had to get it, get the flag, and return to their starting point before the other person did. Full contact was allowed as long as it didn't cause any serious injury or harm. Excessive collateral damage should also be avoided. With both signalling ready, the signal was given. Darcy sprinted forward on her toestops, rolling easily over the flat surface of the ground, eyes scanning for her best path toward the flag both were shown on a computer rendered holoimage of the course in the scenario's briefing.
Clint Barton	The course was built with skates in mind, which didn't really hurt Clint's chances at all, as soon as the buzzer goes off, he takes off like a shot towards the flag, leaping pommel horse, hitting the ground rolling and coming up sprinting on the other side. "You know if anyone put money on this thing?" Clint calls across the course to Darcy, yeah, all that moving and the bastard's not even winded. He dives into a five foot plastic tunnel while he waits for a reply.
Darcy Lewis	Darcy squats down under her own obsticle before leaping over the pipe that mirrors the one Clint dives into. She has to skid-spin to change directions to keep from careening into a barrier. "On the winner? They better not have!" Darcy fires back, not winded yet herself. Shit talking while body-slamming into other girls, while skating full out on skates is good practice for this. Her words are a bit muffled from the mouth guard she's got in though. She squats low again, grabbing at a pole to spin herself around, heading up a ramp. It's a bit high, and she grabs the lip to get her feet up and under herself once more so she can shove herself back down, letting gravity accelerate her back toward her goal.
Clint Barton	Coming up from the pipe. Clint sprints for his own ramp, pounding up the sides as he replies, "Yeah, guess that would be a dick move on our friends parts," he admits. "Not like betting on if Skye and I will get hitched," he teases. Jumping a pit, he pushes on running across what looks like open ground only for it to give way beneath him and land in a padded pit below. Pit traps? May wasn't pulling punches with this one. He scrables to his feet grabbing the lip of the pit to yank himself out.
Darcy Lewis	Pit filled with padded foam blocks, covered by a soft fabric that looked EXACTLY like the floor? No, May is NOT an evil mastermind whom we should ALL fear should she use her abilities for world domination. Darcy comes off the ramp, expecting to just roll. The floor gives out and she faceplants into the foam bricks. There's a moment that she flails, comically, before toe stop finds hard ground, and Darcy reaches for the ramp lip of her pit. She didn't get half a foot from the edge. Back on her wheels, she runs on her toes again, up the ramp a bit, then letting gravity pull her back down. Now that she can see the pit, she leaps it cleanly and sprints hard. "Of course not. All money from the betting pool was set aside for you guys. It only paid out double to the winners," Darcy quips back after a lengthy pause as she had regained her feet. Now, she's sounding slightly winded, but still strong.
Clint Barton	Amazing what you can do with SHIELD resources. Clint climbs out of the pit and gives himself a shake. "Wait, what?" he says, he'd been teasing before but that the money was for them hadn't crossed his mind. "Wow, Darce, that's amazing, almost sorry Skye and I didn't get hitched," he says. There was a horizontal ladder ahead, and he sprints towards it. "I mean that's really sweet." Because yeah, marriage that really wasn't their scene, though they were sure as hell doing a good job of living that life anyway.
Darcy Lewis	"Lack of JP is way you haven't gotten the account number, loser," Darcy shoots back, sounding grumpy and annoyed and frustrated. Her eyes, colored hot pink by the contacts she's wearing, spot the ladder up ahead. It's a long ladder, over a short five foot drop. It's padded at the bottom, and won't hurt if it's fallen into. Like everything here, it just tests how quickly one things on their feet. Or in Darcy's case: wheels. In the heartbeat it takes Darcy to realize that straight out jumping it it's likely to work, she angles herself toward the barrier wall on one side of this obsticle. She shoves hard on her wheels, furiously kicking up momentum and speed so she can leap onto the wall. Like those kung-fu movie masters that can run along walls for a few steps, Darcy's wheels hit the wall. She rolls up a bit before starting to fall, but by then she's far enough out that one more jump gets her clear of the pit and ladder. The landing is rough, her vocal 'huuunnph' preceeds the sound of her tumbling wheels over helmet twice before slamming into the wall on the far side in which a pipe tunnel leads down into the simple, one exit room, where the flag is hung. Darcy sprawls, now fully winded and slightly dazed, laying still for a moment before she's shoving up to crawl to the hole. Whatever else she was going to say about the interest rates on the protected savings account the pool money is in and the maturity date that is set to automatically trigger a 'send to beneficiaries' that Darcy's financial advisor (THANKS ELEKTRA! /sarcasm) set up on it is lost to 'too-winded-to-talk-right-now'.
Clint Barton	Clint takes his horizontal ladder hand over hand then swings off the far end landing with a thump. There's a moment pause as he asks, "What's JP?" he asks her as he rounds a final pair of obstacles before reaching the tube just as Darcy slides down. Damn it! He sprints hard for the room's exit hoping to cut her off.
Darcy Lewis	The tunnel side is almost not long enough for anyone to get their bearings. It spits her out, and she lands on her wheels, rolling forward from the momentum without the slightest pause. The pause, actually, come in her not immediately pushing herself forward, just letting herself coast for a heartbeat or two unless she caught the sight of Clint out of the corner of her eye. And derby training kicked in. Taser Queen was a blocker who had recently been training to jam, making her a switch player, a lethal combination of jammer speed and endurance with blocker brutality. Darcy stops aiming directly for the door, instead, lowering herself so she can press into the ground with each stroke of skate as she pulls up speed, on an intercept and collision course with clint. The tactic: slam into him and use that to billard-ball herself through the doorway with slightly less momentum. If he dodges, she hopes she's got enough room left to hard course correct. It would leave her too fast to react to anything beyond the doorway, however.
Clint Barton	Clint really should get out to one of Darcy's derby matches, because he honestly has no idea what to expect, in his head, roller skates mean quick, but he's not expecting the collision and certainly not at speed. It didn't help matters that Clint had been ducking for a sweep when their bodies collide, knocking him off balance and then onto his ass. Clint blinks, but springs up after her in hot pursuit.
Darcy Lewis	Perfect hit. She knows how to deliver a hit like a mack truck. Shoulder down and aimed for under his center of gravity, Darcy straightened up into the impact so that the archer would have gotten a bit of air time before crashing back to the ground, and Darcy doesn't even slow to check if he's okay. She just careens off him and through the doorway. The impact robbed her of a fair portion of her speed, giving her just enough time to dodge the three foot tall pole the flag is set on. Darcy snatches out with a hand on her way past, eyes on the doorway on the other side of the room, eyes on her escape. The flag is immediately shoved down the front of her shorts. ...For reasons.
Clint Barton	"So not fair!" Clint calls after Darcy as she shoves the flag down her shorts. He sprints after her his long legs closing the distance. "So you really going to make go in your shorts?" he calls after her, trying to size up the course ahead and find a spot to cut her off. He finds one and bound upwards, to run along the top of the course, to try and get to the other side of the padded pit.
Darcy Lewis	"Only way you and Skye'll find your way there," Darcy hard quips. Working through being winded, hre words lack grace if not volume. And up ahead there is another pit, flanked by barriers upon which Clint is running. Not sure she's got the steam left, but knowing she's got to try it anyway, Darcy sucks down a lungful, shoves hard with legs that are burning and wanting to tremble, praying (but not really Thor, so you can just relax) that her leap gets her most of the way over the pit, hoping she's close enough to the other side to pull herself up, and hoping she doesn't land on the edge. Either IN the foam or on the flat ground, thank you.
Clint Barton	Clint sees his chance when Darcy makes her leap over the pit and leaps off the barriers to tackle her mid-flight and come down in a pile in the padded pit. "So wrong," he grouses as he snags an end of the flag sticking out of her shorts and gives it a good hard yank, falling backwards on the padding. He's either most of the way to winning or he just gave Darcy a massive wedgie!
Darcy Lewis	Mid-air. Darcy's got no way to defend herself. She's tackled into the foam. "Killjoy," is the retort, breathless, from the foam. Nearing exhausted, Darcy struggles to get her feet under her, struggles to get turned around, to get to Clint, to that flag. It's all a losing proposition. Her wheels give her no real purchase in the bricks of sponge, and her hand to hand is good enough that she can protect herself in an alley from a mugger, but against a trained SHIELD Field Agent? Nope, sorry. Darcy's jam is over.
Clint Barton	Without wheels, Clint has no trouble parkouring (that's a verb right?) his way out of the pit. There's a glance back to Darcy, but he knows the game is over. He stops, and walks back to the edge of the pit. "Want to call it? I can give you a hand out of the pit." He's just not quite willing to offer that hand when he can have the flag taken and be yanked into the pit.
Darcy Lewis	Parkouring is totally a verb now. Seeign Clint at the edge of the pit, asking her if he can help, she considers for a moment, agreeing to his help but not agreeing to calling it so she can get him to pull her out before shoving him in and taking the flag. But, the fact that she couldn't think of how to say it and that her legs are wanting to shake and tremble, have her discarding the idea. "Uncle," she says, panting and holding out her hand to get help up and out of the foam pit. Her free hand pulls the rubber mouthguard off her top teeth. Spit forming a little string to her teeth that breaks as she licks her lips and swallows a few times. "Fuck. Those foam pits were hella evil. Who the actual fuck came up with this bullshit?" she's grousing, pink eyes sliding over her shoulder to glare all her hate at the soft bits in the hole; wordless venting, go!
Clint Barton	Okay then, parkour is a verb. When Darcy cries uncle Clint sticks the flag in his pocket and helps pull her out of the pit. "If I was a betting man, I'd say, May came up with it and Fitz designed the thing, I say we make them pay," he says with a grin. "Anyhow you did great by the way, speaking as your evaluator, I'll pass the footage up to May for your final marks." He nods up to the camera set around the course.
Darcy Lewis	From Wiktionary.org: Parkour - Verb: to parkour (third-person singular simple present parkours, present participle parkouring, simple past and past participle parkoured);(transitive, intransitive) To freerun; to use parkour (to move over). It is totally a verb. On her wheels at Clint's side, Darcy smiles lightly, eyes tracking up to the cameras. She Gene-Simmons at one before turning back to Clint, smiling again. "As long as I get a pass. This is fun as hell. Same time next week? Oh, and a JP is Justice of the Peace. Look it up. It's either one of those or an ordained minister. I know both. Not the same person. JP is Miss Demeanor, and the minister is Helena Handbasket. Helena owes me a flavor. I can hook you both up," she tells Clint, carrying on a conversation from mid-sceanrio about him and Skye tying the knot. It's said with a wink and a kiss tossed his way while she pushes away, rolling slow and calm like she's walking, toward the locker room to shower and change and fuck she's starving now. Please say it's time to eat.