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Clint Barton	After being released from his tube and tended to, Juan had been shown to one of the rooms in the Triskelion along with fresh clothing, a TV and some Spanish language reading materials. Naturally, the room was wired for surveilance, though off the full SHIELD network, providing a limited feed of his daily activities to those who knew where to find it. By in large, he'd spent his time pacing, reading listlessly, and sleeping, thankfully there had been few bouts of flying, save for one nightmare induced flight that left him stuck against the ceiling until he calmed enough to float back down to his bed. Now though, he's just sitting on the couch his eyes fixed in the direction of the TV while his knees are pulled up in front of him.
Skye Johnson	It had taken Skye some time to recollect herself after the whole opening of the cryotubes, and information drop by Juan, but after she'd had time to think about things and gather herself, Skye wanted to talk to the young man. Her Spanish sucked to the point of non-existant, but his English didn't seem too bad. She was willing to risk it. After hours, when things in the Trisk should have settled down, and a blanket of darkness had fallen outside, she makes her way to the room shere he's staying and being observed in, knocking as she lets herself in, "Hey, mind if I come in? I was hoping we could talk. I'm Skye. You might remember me?" He might. Or might not. It had been chaotic for him as well.
Clint Barton	Jaun's head jerks in the direction of the door when Skye opens it, eying it supiciously until he sees Skye enter and he relaxes visibly. "Hello," he greets unwraping his arms from around his knees and letting his feet slip back down to the floor. "I remember you and we can talk." He still looks nervous like a caged animal but unlike Cal, when he was in this state, Juan withdrew instead of pacing and snarling.
Skye Johnson	There's a hint of a smirk from Skye, thankful she's not only remembered, but seemingly been classified as 'okay'. She's not sure if it's the fact she's also an Inhuman, or if she's just familiar enough by virtue of the fact she'd been there when he'd 'awakened' from the tube. "Wasn't sure. That was kind of crazy back there. Everyone wanting your attention at once. Mustn't have been much fun for you." His caged animal look is noted, the young woman offering, "Say, how would you feel about grabbing a bite from the cafeteria, and wandering up to a rooftop I know. We can sit in this greenhouse thing they built and you know, talk away from everyone else and prying eyes and shit."
Clint Barton	Whatever the reason for his rememberance of her, Juan doesn't object to Skye's presence, in fact after all that's happened then being confined to this room, it seems welcomed by how the tension continues to leave him. "Walk?" he asks. "Yes, that would be good." He blanches however when the word roof is mentioned. "Roof? What is greenhouse?" Even as he asks, he gets to his feet expecting at least the walk portion of things was going to happen, whatever a greenhouse is.
Skye Johnson	"Roof," Skye confirms. "Well, less the roof than a terrace. You know, small spot you can walk out on that's not on the ground but on top of the building." It's not really a balcony either. She's not entirely sure how to explain it, and her hand gesturing really isn't all that informative as far as these things go. The other is easier to explain. "Greenhouse. It's this building with glass, or special panels that act like glass that the sun can shine through. Keeps it warm inside so that plants can grow all year rouns. You'll see. It's not mine, but it's open to anyone." At least she thinks it is. She hasn't seen a memo stating otherwise, though Sibil might have words to say about the matter if she finds out and it isn't okay. Still, that will be then and this is now. Skye leads on, first for a quick stop at the cafeteria for some food, where May's motherly one happily provides some containers of food for them to take with them and eat, including some off the menu treats. Then it's jsut a hop, skip and a jump to the particular bit of rooftop that she wants - an open space that isn't being monitored and listened to, but also has a ceiling to keep Juan both feeling secure, and from drifting off.
Clint Barton	"Ah," Juan says as she elaborates. "Invernadero." Greenhouse in Spanish. "Okay, let's go." And just like that he follows her to the caffeteria talking to the motherly caffeteria worker in rapid-fire Spanish before she vanishes into the back and returns with the food she'd been preparing for him for later that evening. "Arroz con pollo," she explains, holding out boxes for both Juan and Skye, the smell of chicken, rice, tomato sauce and spices wafting up from them both. Along with the two take away boxes was a third, with some of those other off the menu treats. (https://asassyspoon.com/wp-content/uploads/cuban-arroz-con-pollo-recipe-2.jpg) Then it's on too the greenhouse, once they arrive he breathes a bit easier, not sure what would be waiting but finding the greenhouse with it's room a comfortable twelve feet above the floor he seems satisfied, touching the long set of pole clippers, joking, "You have something to get me down with."
Skye Johnson	Skye is careful to thank the cafeteria lady knowing both how special it was to be given the special treatment, but also because it was important for Juan, and making him feel more comfortable was priceless in Skye's books. When they're in the greenhouse, she laughs at him. "I'm hoping we don't have to pry you off the ceiling. I'm betting you'll figure that out soon enough, how to control it. I know relaxing took me a long time to figure out. Besides, we have time." She lets him get comfortable in the space, and takes their cartons of food and puts them out to eat.
Clint Barton	The woman grins and says switching to English, "It's no problem. always glad to help. Give my best to the Deputy Director." "I try," Juan says of learning to control his abilities. "Worse when I am scared, but, calm is okay. I am so slow though. When I fly. I see Superman on TV, he's fast, think I can be fast?" he asks as he moves over to open his container, taking a deep inhale of the simple comfort food inside. "This is nice," he says as he reaches for a fork to take a bite. "Is okay?" he asks about digging into his food.
Skye Johnson	Skye chuckles wryly when Juan speaks of how it is when he's calm versus when he's upset. "At least you don't cause minor earthquakes when you're upset. They wouldn't let me go home for.. I forget how long it was.. until I got it under control. And when I was startled I reacted without thinking. Blew part of a forest flat." Yeah, that hadn't gone over so well either. She digs into her own food and has to admit it's pretty darn awesome. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Might have to find myself a Mexican place and learn what this is to order it in." Not that Juan knows, but she and Clint still live on a mainly 'someone else made it' diet. They're getting better, slowly, but with their schedules, and Skye's non-prowess in the kitchen, ordered in is a godsend.
Clint Barton	<< What? >> Juan says at first. "Forrest means lots of trees? You can..." he mimes a boom with his hands, his expression somewhere between impressed and little bit intimidated. "Your power is, terremoto? Earthquakes?" He digs in too, mmming after his first bite. "Is easy to make. I can show you, just need the right.. uh, ingredientes?"
Skye Johnson	"Why does everyone want to show me how to cook," Skye protests laughingly of the skies, stars dotted about, winking in and out and not answering her. Still laughing, Skye nods. "Yep. That's me, able to make earthquakes. Well, I can do smaller, more refined things too, but to be honest, the bigger was a lot easier at first. And I couldn't control it. Any time I got upset, or my heart rate went up, *boom* things all around me started shaking, and ifit happened quickly, or I didn't get a chance to calm down, things didn't just break. It was like an explosion centered on me." Her features grow more serious, remembering, "It was really kind of scary, which didn't help. I had no clue what was going on, or how to make it stop. Not really helpful in the calming down department, huh? Not that I need to tell you. But what about you?" Opening the floor for him to speak. Not that she won't answer questions should he have more. She gets how important this is. All of it.
Clint Barton	"They, the Inhumans in the village, Jaiying, say we all have a purpose for our power, wonder why earthquakes, or flying," Juan muses before taking another bite of food. "Me?" he asks. "I am scared all the time, I didn't want this, the Inhumans in the village, when they found me when I was little, they asked, I said no. Some of us... we don't look good after change, was scared, I thought I'd be a monster." He sets down his fork, focusing on his breathing. "Not a monster but might fly away if I get scared, just as bad."
Skye Johnson	"I didn't know at all what it was going to be," Skye says carefully. "I'd never met another person like me. And all the people here knew to tell me was that my DNA had missing bits and they thought that maybe the crystals had something to do with that." She doesn't tell him the whole sordid tale, for obvious reasons, but there are still bits she can share. Still, all in due time. "I haven't ever met my mother. I thought up till a few weeks ago that she was dead. I thought my father was dead, too, until this all started. He wanted this for me, but I don't know that I did. I never got asked." "I was," she explains, "Kidnapped and taken away from my friends to a base and they forced the change upon me. I've been trying to work to find out how I can stop them from doing that to anyone else. It shouldn't ever be something forced on a person. I keep thinking of how terrified I was, and picturing people all over going through that without knowing even the bit I knew..." She gives Juan a grim sort of smile. "You're the first Inhuman I've ever got to speak to. And we all have a purpose?" A soft chuckle. "Yeah, not sure what good earthquakes are, but there you go, that's what I do. I can show you more if you want."
Clint Barton	Juan nods, listening to what Skye has to say, from how he nods it's fairly obvious he understands more English than he speaks. Which is helpful. "I met your mother, when I was a young, they have book of Inhuman families, so they found me, and took me to the village. It was nice, they told us we were Inhumans, and we had a purpose, and that we could choose. They said that other Inhumans wouldn't let us choose, they'd take us away and make us... esclavos?" Slaves. "And others would want to cut us open. Not sure which ones got me but they said they were from Jaiying... Anyhow when I was there I decided I didn't want it, I was scared so they sent me back, they kept their promise, so it is why I trust these others when they say they come from her." He takes a bite of his food as much to think as to eat. "You and your mother agree, she thinks we should choose too, only people who are ready should change, I hope you meet her, she can tell you more." As to where earthquakes and flying fit in, "Maybe I am to get things stuck on roofs?" he says with a smile about his powers. "And you are to break things, like... demoliciones? Like when no one wants a building so." He mimes a boom again. As for seeing Skye's powers, he nods. "As long as it doesn't break roof, I don't want to float away."
Skye Johnson	Slaves. Now there's an ugly word. A word that leaves Skye scowling. "I know people like that," she says, words tight. "There are people who would lie to us. To others. I know who took you and why - they weren't from my mother, but they know of her. They would tell you that so that you'd believe them. I'm trying to make it so that they can never do that to anyone else ever again." He's given a long, direct look, "I promise you, I'm going to make them pay for what they did. Nobody should ever have to go through this without people there who care about them and will take care of them. Or without knowing exactly what is going to happen." Within reason. After all, nobody knew what any individual's powers were going to be after the change - but they did know what the change would entail. "I - maybe you can help me find my mother," Skye says quietly. Hopefully. Though maybe after they'd dealt with Zola she'd have a better idea. He'd seemed as obsessed with Jaiying as he was with Skye. As for her powers, that was easy enough. She didn't have glass here, but there were clay pots used for hte plants. Plenty of empty ones. Taking one that isn't too large, Skye puts it away from the pair of them and tells him to watch. At first the effect isn't visible, Skye with a hand outheld towards the pot, a look of concentration on her face. Then suddenly, there is a dull ring-like tone, and almost immediately after the thing cracks, breaking into several pieces. Months ago, those shards would have flown everywhere. She'd learned a lot since her change.
Clint Barton	"Walsh might know who the liars are, she was the one to come and say your mother sent her," Juan says of the Inhuman Nat had fought in Cuba, who was now sitting upside down in a cryotube in R&D. "She was at the village before, she worked for Jaiying. Maybe she was the one who told the people who did this to me where the village was." When Skye brings up finding her mother, Juan nods, "I will help, she can show us what to do with our powers." Though the demonstration shows that Skye has a good deal more control than Juan does. At first Juan watches a little skeptical, after all Skye was just there holding her hand out at a pot, then the sound begins, then it shakes then, it shatters the piece falling down through the wooden slats of the shelves. "Bacan!" he exclaims. "Can you do another one?"
Skye Johnson	There's a shit eating grin from Skye, "Another? Sure thing. Want to see if I can do several?" She's not missed what he said about Walsh, but he doesn't need to know how important that information is, Skye filing it away for the future. Instead telling him to pick out a few empty pots of differing sizes.
Clint Barton	Juan grins, "Sure," he says as he gets up and selects a few more pots. Two small ones, a medium one, before dragging a big one over. "It's okay?" he asks nodding to the big pot. "Not too expensive?" Though even as he asks he gets out of the way for the next big show.
Skye Johnson	"Pssshht," Skye grins. "If it is, they can bill me." It likely was expensive, but maybe not too expensive. Not that Skye cared. The object of this whole experience was to get Juan comfortable with powers - his or anyone else's - and to trust her. You couldn't buy that. This time it takes both her hands, Skye repeating the performance of concentration, only she's aiming at setting the pots off at different times, first the small one, then the two mediums immediately after one another, and as the grand finale (much like in fire works), the big one last, letting it rumble and groan with vibrations before finally causing it to break apart. Truth be told, she kind of enjoyed it.
Clint Barton	Juan is raptly attentive to the show, cheering when the smaller ones break, then leaning forward intently as the last one groans with strain before it shatters as well. He laughs. "Amazing." "Think I should try?" he looks up at the ceiling.
Skye Johnson	"Hells yes you should," Skye exclaims delightedly. "Why am I the only one showing off? Go for it!" And while he does, she's not only watching him intently, but making it seem all casual by eating her dinner. That is, she's hiding the fact that she /is/ studying him.
Clint Barton	"Okay!" Juan says and without really thinking about how, he jumps up and keeps going, like someone in zero-g, floating upwards until *bump* his shoulders hit the beams of the greenhouse and he flails a moment until he can loop his arm around a beam to steady himself. Gripping the beam and grinning, Juan looks down. "I don't know how I did that," he says. Though unlike hitting the roof in the lab, Juan's body is still upright like he's standing on air, rather than sailing ever upwards.
Skye Johnson	"You didn't stress about it. You just let yourself be. It makes a big difference," Skye says. "When I would try and force things, I couldn't do it. Or I did it so violently it was a mess. I did a lot of work with some teachers on relaxing and focusing before I really started to figure out what I could do. Say, can you fly like that? Or just levitate?" There's room enough in the greenhouse for him to travel some without hurting himself. Unless he goes shooting off and breaks the glass, he should be able to bounce and float about a little bit like a bouncy castle.
Clint Barton	Juan nods, "Don't think about it," he says. Easier said than done, really, but he's feeling good right now, he's free, he's fed and he's flying. Or floating... Well that's the question isn't it? Skye's question has his brow furrowing. Then closing his eyes, he points himself down the end of the greenhouse and then just uh... goes. His speed picks up going laterally, he zips along the tops of the plants in the greenhouse before suddenly... WALL! Breaking! Breaking is a thing! Unfortunately not a thing that Juan has mastered yet. He slams into the wall of the greenhouse breaking a few panes of glass before dropping to the floor. He rises, brushing himself off, bleeding from a couple of scratches on his bare arms. "Sorry about glass," he calls to Skye. "Don't know how to stop."
Skye Johnson	Skye is quickly on her feet, providing a barrier between him and out, in case it gets to that. For a moment she's a bit worried, trying to school that reaction, until he's back on the ground. Then it's all breezy, all the time, "Enh, it happens. You're going to break shit while you learn. Or go flying off. But look at you! You figured out how to come down even though you did kinda break the sound barrier there, Zippy." Teasing. "We'll figure it out." She already knows places he could safely learn in, too. "You okay if we don't go get those looked at right away? Or would you feel better washing up and seeing if you need some bandages?"
Clint Barton	"Zippy?" Juan asks. "Is that my name, like Iron Man?" As for his wounds, he makes a face and shakes his head. "I've had worse," he says and walks back over to Skye and the food. "That made me tired," he says flopping down into his seat and digging into his food. "And hungry." He says putting down his fork and looking up. "Would like to practice. If this is me now, I should know what I am doing."
Skye Johnson	Skye kicks back, all casual like, and nudges her foot towards his food. "Eat. And sure, you can be Zippy if you want. I'm Quake." She doesn't tell him who named her that, but she does smile when she says it. "Tired is normal. I think I passed out the first few times I used my powers. Biggest damn headache ever, and felt like a cement truck had hit me. Eat your food. Have seconds if you want. You're using more energy right now to use your powers than you will when you've got better control. You're kind of an all or nothing right now, so it's this big release, and that takes a lot of energy. When you figure out how to focus and only use part of your power, you can save it up and do things for longer." He gets a wry grin and a shrug, "I'm still learning new things. Half the time when I trigger some new way of using my powers I overdo it and pay for it a little." She holds up her arms to show off her guantlets. "These help. I focus through my arms and hands, so they take a beating. If I work too hard, I injure myself. Kinda like your cuts. Only you're more likely to find you suddenly lose altitude. So you won't want to be flying to the top of Stark Towers until you've got more practice under your belt, but still a lot better than when I started." She peeks at the treat box. "I wonder if there are celebratory cookies in there."
Clint Barton	"Is it a good name?" Juan asks before nodding. "I do like Quake." He tucks into his dinner while listening and nodding. "Yes. want to stay low while I am learning. That was scary. I don't want to try that up high." He flinches at the thought. The magnitude of the situations his powers could create for himself taking hold. That doesn't stop his eating though and before he's realized it he's down to the bottom of the box. "I hope it gets easier, I am not sure I can afford this much food all the time." "Cookies? I hope so," he says closing up his box. "I am still hungry."
Skye Johnson	"Hey," Skye tells him, waiting till she's got his attention. "Look, I know it's scary, but you got this. Eventually the stuff you can do is going to be like breaathing - just part of you. I mean, it is part of you already, you just need to get comfortable with it. None of us remember learning to walk, but imagine how it would be learning that now. Always feeling like you're falling, and having to run to keep up with your feet, only to end up on your knees or your ass half the time. WAlking into things and wobbling everywhere. And then one day you just get up and do it like you never couldn't walk. Like that." Again, she waits till she's got his full attention. "Trust me. I wouldn't lie to you about this. I've been there. I'm still there sometimes. You have to believe in yourself, and if you can't believe in you, believe in me until you can. We're not going to let you hurt anyone, not even yourself." It may be that when they find her mother he'll want to stay with her and the Inhumans there to learn, but until then, he had Skye and SHIELD and they'd make sure he was okay. Nodding with her chin she tells him, "Just give me one and you can have the rest." Knowing that they might have to get another plate of food on their way back to his room to fill up the remaining nooks and crannies.
Clint Barton	Juan turns to look at Skye, listening as best as he can to what she tells him. By the look on his face he's getting most of it. "I wish I knew how to do it now, but you're right, walking was hard when I was a baby, this is hard now, it's new," he says. "I will trust you and SHIELD will protect me. Is it okay to stay here?" he asks. "It's a very big room and I don't want to take it from someone else." As for the cookies, he opens the box and slides Skye two before taking the box for himself.
Skye Johnson	Her smile for Juan is sincere, "It's your room as along as you need it, Juan. And if it does become a problem, you can have my old suite." Which, Skye knew, was still assigned to her. Or had been. Not that Skye anticipated problems with Juan staying here regardless. The cookies are taken, and she settles into companionable silence with the man, under the stars, with the greenery in the greenhouse surrounding them, until they both decide it's time to return to reality. She might have a metric butwad of work left on the Zola mission, but this was important. Just as important as Zola. She'd tell May or Darcy about the Greenhouse later...