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Skye Johnson	And just like that, Thor and Darcy were gone, leaving Skye alone with May, which suited the younger AGent just fine - if only because she had a bunch of things to bring up. So many, that Skye wasn't sure, rightly where to begin. Thankfully, May has not only brought groceries, but frou-frou beer, and after that meeting, Skye thinks she deserves one. Just one, though. She still has code to crunch before tommorrow.. "That was.. odd," Skye says cautiously after her other guests have left. Her laptop is on the kitchen table in front of her, running background programs. Last minute checks and all.
Melinda May	"What was odd?" Groceries put away, May gets some tea started then goes to sit within eyeshot of Skye. "I get the feeling that that visit might have something with our little Sentinel raid." She watches Skye alertly for a few moments, mostly making sure that the younger agent has been getting enough rest. They ARE on the cusp of a major operation. She glances at the table, then nudges the plate Darcy had set down toward Skye a bit. Eat.
James Barnes	Barnes has been even weirder and more ghost-like of late. Nominally supposed to be dealing with the injury he took battling the Sentinels....somehow he was in China, the other day? But he comes wandering in, Lili's leash dangling from his left hand, looking as silent and dour as ever. Not limping, at least.
Skye Johnson	Sleep? We don't need no stinkin' sleep. Or food, apparently. Skye's forlorn, and cold, cup-o-ramen is sitting on the kitchen counter where Darcy put it after forcing Skye to hie thee to the kitchen for food. Food that is still actually sitting in front of the young woman, forgotten in light of Thor's news. "That whole visit," Skye mutters absently. Since May saw the duo of Thor and Darcy, Skye's assumption is that May is going to make her tell the whole sordid tale. "It seems that a group of Inhumans has been monitoring in case of any new manifestations of us - oh Hi, Bucky - and yeah, they noticed the seizmic activity I created. They were concerned I was being held prisoner or against my will or something." She's still a bit boggled by that, and somewhat amused? Bucky is told, "Hey, we got some treats for Lili. I think Clint put them in the thingamabob drawer." Otherwise known as one of the drawers on the kitchen island used to store all the things nobody has a proper place for. "The lady at the store said they were every-dog approved. Whatever that means."
Melinda May	Realizing the cup-o-ramen is cold, May's eyebrows draw together slightly. Then she looks up as as Bucky and Lili arrive, ghosting in even more than she did. She'd been about to get up and get her tea anyway, so cold, ignored food is removed as she heads back into the kitchen. She settles the pot of tea, then turns on the stove and starts taking the groceries she'd JUST brought in back out. It's a lot of veggies, but there are some meats in there too. Stir fry? That's quick and easy and can be made in large quantities. She offers Bucky a nod hello, but doesn't pester him to interact if he's not feeling up to it. She IS keeping half an eye on him regardless as well as making mental note of Lili's behavior. "And these Inhumans, Skye, they thought to try and contact you through Thor?" That seems, oddly inefficient.
Clint Barton	The door rattles slightly as Clint pulls it open and steps inside. The archer is dressed in his traditioal jeans and t-shirt today and upon finding people in his house, he shakes his head as he steps into the kitchen. "Did I walk into another briefing?" he asks before stopping by Skye for a quick kiss. "Because y'know for moving out of the Trisk this feels a whole lot like living in the Trisk." That last is added on the way to the fridge when May's remarks register. "Hold on, what Inhumans?" he asks turning around. "And what do they have to do with Big and Blonde?"
James Barnes	Those're questions in Buck's mind....but since Clint's asked, Buck's silent. He gives May an upnod. In silent mode, but he doesn't look pained or stressed. No limping, and Lili is cheerful, rather than concerned. In fact, he ambles over to see what May's doing. "Want help?" he wonders, quietly.
Melinda May	May nods to Bucky, glad to let him help as he's offered and it will make getting the meal ready that much faster. Speaking of, she gets some rice cooking post haste, and how many people cook rice four cups at a time? Upon hearing Clint's arrival, she reaches into the fridge again and pulls out an extra thing of meat, adding pork to the collection on the counter waiting to be cubed for cooking alongside all the veggies. She also pours tea and offers that to Bucky before the knife and cutting board. Important things first, while Skye catches them all up as Clint has asked the question on all of their minds. Well, except maybe Lili. She's probably more thinking about chicken fat and beef gristle.
Skye Johnson	Skye holds her hands up in protest to May's suggestion this had gotten a bit convoluted. "I swear to god," Skye says. "I did not make this shit up. And it wasn't so much they asked Thor as they went to the Avengers - I do not know why - and Thor appointed himself to speak to Darcy about the possibility of someone SHIELD may or may not have in their facility. If you ask me he probably wanted to see her again. Or something. Clint's arrival is met with a soft smile, and an uplift of chin for that welcoming kiss. "Frou-frou beer is in the fridge. I'm good." She still had a metric shit ton of work to do before tomorrow's mission-go. "Thor suggested Janet or Steve as I don't know, my personal liason and protector? Something like that. He was being all weird and blathering shit like this was some formal event." Skye licks her lips. "So, this makes two groups of Inhumans now. Three if you want to count the ones with Zola - and he has some working for him." Skye looks terribly serious. "Juan told me. They collected a bunch of inhumans claiming to come from my mother - but it wans't just that, these were Inhumans who had previously been with her. That's why he trusted them."
Clint Barton	Clint rubs his temples, "For a new group of people with powers, there sure are a lot of Inhumans," he mutters as he turns back to the fridge for a beer. He grabs one and pops the cap off to take a swig. "Remind me if I go for another one, we've got a mission tomorrow." Then back on task, he says: "So, Zola got some moles into your mother's organization or some of them switched sides, did Juan say anything about your mom? Do they have her? Or?" he asks cutting right to the heart of the matter, a sympathetic look shot to Skye as he asks it.
James Barnes	Tea he accepts with another nod. A flicker in his eyes at the mention of the Avengers he knows personally. Then Buck's cleaning his hands, before setting in to cutting the meat. Hey, give the guy who's a lot less likely to cut himself the task of chopping things up, right? Still no questions from him. It's like he charges by the word.
Skye Johnson	Skye shakes her head to Clint. She, too, has imposed the single beer limit on herself and is carefully nursing that sucker to maximum benefit. "I don't think Zola has her," she tells Clint. "Juan didn't make it sound like they did. I mean, he didn't say they didn't, but if Zola did have her if she was working for him there would be no need to hide her. And he made it sound like she'd gone underground." Of course now that she's added that thought to her list, Skye's gut is clenching at the thought of her mother being held prisoner by Zola, he just waiting to get something of a matched set for his experiments. Knowing what he'd done to her mother the last time he had her. Is it any wonder the young woman blanches somewhat and takes a long swig of her beer despite her intentions to nurse it.
Melinda May	May's right alongside Bucky there in Camp No-Talkie. Letting him deal with the meat, she gets out a second knife and starts making quick work of the veggies, starting with the weirder-to-Westerner ones like bok choy. At this rate, they'll have a mountain of stir fry in half an hour, and no having to tip a delivery driver. A glance over toward Skye shows her thinking something that's rattled her, and she nudges Lili in that direction. Your human's fine for the moment, go give someone else some much-needed doggie love.
Clint Barton	"Good," Clint says nodding about the fate of Skye's mother. He was willing to take it on faith she was still free, if she wasn't there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it until tomorrow anyhow. "We should track her down after we deal with Zola, she might know what do with the Inhumans we free," he says trying to be the ray of sunshine. "I mean beyond the obvious reasons to track down your mom." Clint takea a measured swig of his beer, and grabs a seat on the kitchen island, letting his feet dangle. Eyeing the silent pair by stove, Clint says to Skye, "So did they take a vow of silence before I got here, or..."
Melinda May	May pegs Clint in the side of the head with a sliver of water chestnut.
James Barnes	Lili gives May a puzzled look, turns her brown gaze to Buck. He gestures for Lili to go to Skye, and she ambles over that way to lay her head on the girl's knee. Bucky's voice is mild, as he notes, "I'm listening. This is new to me. I got something to say, I'll say it." A hint of Brooklyn in the accent.
Skye Johnson	Skye's jaw is clenched tight as she works over her thoughts and feelings. All of this - all of it - was overwhelming, and as devastating as when she'd been handed her file by Fury so long ago now, only worse. She'd thought she'd dealt with all of this, and the hits jsut kept on coming. And it wasn't like she could take time out for a personal crisis given there was the Zola mission - and the Zola mission was now inexorably tied up with all of this. There was no way in hell Skye could leave that base tomorrow without making damned sure her mother *wasnt'* a prisoner there. Rather than answer Clint, though, Skye buries her face into the scruff of Lili's neck, practicing her calming breathing, knowing full well what happened if her heartrate got out of control, and despite everything, it was threatening to.
Clint Barton	*plat* The flat white sliver of water chestnut hits Clint in the side of the head. "Gross," he says pulling the thing off his face and tossing it, without looking, back into the stir fry pan. Yes, there is Clint face in the food now. Ha! Not like Clint cared. It was /his/ face. What he did care about was Skye, and when she buries her face into Lilli, Clint hops down from the island to give Skye a hug. "Hey, we've got this, your mother's probably in the wind and if she's not we'll get her out of there tomorrow. You've got my word on that." After all he'd been tasked with springing the Inhumans.
Melinda May	With all the ingredients ready in very short order, May takes a moment with her own cup of tea while the rice finishes cooking. "Clint's right," she offers, finally. "We'll track her down, one way or another." She nods her thanks to Bucky for his help with the food prep, and then doesn't chase him off to finish cooking. She usually chases Skye off if she goes into the kitchen for anything more than a beverage.
James Barnes	Clint gets a look from Bucky. Barton, that was gross. But he leaves it at that, and continues his work. Lili smells like vanilla shampoo and clean, warm fur...and she lets Skye hold on to her with that well-learned patience. Apparently she's become SHIELD's therapy dog at large, now.
Skye Johnson	The water chestnut incident (as it may well become known as) is totally missed by Skye as she slowly and steadily inhales Lili's scent, fingers clenched into golden fur while the young Agent pulls her shit together. Despite Clint's assurance, the pit of Skye's stomach is a roiling and sinking mess of trepidation. Zola had her mother once, and given this new information about the Inhumans, and what they'd discovered, and Clint had stumbled upon, in all likelihood it wasn't ridiculous to think he may have taken her mother again. With reason, Skye's thoughts drift to letting her father loose upon the man, but that wouldn't be near as satisfying as doing it herself, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to be given ample opportunity to wreak that revenge regardless. Her mother deserved it. Cal deserved it. She'd promised Juan. She'd promised herself. Whether May realized it or not, tomorrow, when they'd trapped Zola in his machines and systematically started stripping him of 'personhood' with the virus they'd created, Skye was going to destroy his base so thoroughly they'd need a fine tooth comb to sift through the remains. She didn't even care how long she'd need to spend in medical after that. It would be worth it.
Clint Barton	Clint offers Bucky a shrug before wrapping Skye up in that hug. He's content to hold her until she moves to break free, taking his turn to be the silent one in the group.
Melinda May	Clint's really the best person to help Skye cope right now, and May knows this. Thus, she simply finishes her tea, checks the rice, then makes sure the wok is ready. In short order, the sounds of ingredients sizzling and the smell of freshly cooking food wafts out of the kitchen. So much was prepped that she can't stir fry it all in one go, so round number one is dumped into a serving bowl for either Skye and Clint to take portions from or Bucky to eat completely by himself. She's not concerned.
Skye Johnson	Eventually Skye lifts her head from Lili, her features resolute. Clint would recognize that look. May likely as well, though as yet Skye isn't saying what she's decided. Clint given a lopsided sort of grin before laying her forehead against his, "I'm okay," she reassures. "Just needed to clear my head." Food is taken gratefully, even if picked at. "I visited with Juan," she tells the group. May likely has heard already. She certainly should have read the - actually, Skye had been so busy she'd forgotten to write up her report. "Uh.. I took him to the greenhouse. We broke a few pots. And a couple panes of glass. But he's doing better."
Clint Barton	Clint knows that resolute look well, but he doesn't pry, at least not now. Later, in the quiet of the night he'd make some gentle inquiries, for now though he was happy to grin back and lean his head against hers, pressing the sign for ~I love you~ into her hand. Then he stands and goes to grab food of his own. "Broke how?" he asks. "Power playtime or were you guys wrecking up the place to let off some steam?"
James Barnes	Buck will be there to cheer her on, eyes blazing like a wolf's. He was the first among them, the first of the toys Zola had the pleasure of breaking and remaking. But for now, he's at least making the pretense of being a tamed beast...and he takes his share of the stir fry. A large share, it has to be owned. Takes a lot of calories to maintain a body running on super-serum. Lili comes waggling back to lean against his leg, as he sits down to eat. Very visibly restraining himself from wolfing it down as fast as he can - another step in pretending to be a real boy.
Melinda May	May doesn't bat an eyelash at Bucky's portion size -- she's seen Rogers eat. She finishes cooking up the last of the stir fry ingredients and carries the serving bowl to the table along with her bowl and her tea. And her chopsticks. "Perhaps practice in an area with fewer breakable surfaces next time," May says mildly. "And don't forget to put in the requisition to repair the greenhouse if you haven't already."
Skye Johnson	A sheepish look from Skye. "I didn't take him there intending to practice. It just kinda came up. I offered to show him what I could do. You know, make it more normal to be him. He got really excited and I thought why not encourage him to try his powers out while he was relaxed and not afraid of them. I broke the pots. He kinda bumped a few panels while flying.. I think one of our secure facilities, or one of the quinjet hangers would do for him practicing." As to why there, she explains, "We needed a place outside of prying eyes. And where you know who wasn't watching, too. I'd meant to ask about my mother, but we got sidetracked." Skye sobers again, but it's without the distress of earlier, "I think he's decided he can trust us. I'd like for him to have access to the greenhouse whenever he wants it."
Clint Barton	Clint grins at the explanation for the damage. He remembered a few training sessions with Kate that got out of hand like that. Mrs. Tannerman across the street from his old Brooklyn appartment probably remember them too. She was the one who got the arrow busting through the window and lodging in her fridge door. "Those things happen," he says of the damage with a nod. The rest? Wasn't up to him, but he gives a suppotive nod to the idea of letting Juan have a bit more free rein. He felt for the kid on principle.
James Barnes	Buck's got chopsticks, too, and knows how to use them. Where'd he learn that? PRobably another thing HYDRA crammed into his brain because it'd be useful. (The most ridiculous and time-consuming of which is his pro-level skill in ballet. Just ask Nat.) He finishes a bite of the stirfry, and adds, drily, "Just like holes in the Triskelion's gym wall." Watch him refuse to look guilty.
Melinda May	May nudges the serving bowl a little closer to Bucky, somehow managing to make it look almost like an absent gesture. "Agreed, Skye. Similar protocol as Samantha Twining, consider it official." Which, if memory serves, was to gradually increase freedoms with each improvement in control over said powers. "Also, see if Garcia has a free opening in her schedule to also work with him." She suspects that the snake-like woman's fluent Spanish and clearly more than human appearance will also help their case. "Rogers still owes me for those holes in the gym wall," May asides to Bucky quietly.
Skye Johnson	Skye nods to May, and Clint. May will eventually find out that Skye devoted an entire evening to the boy instead of this project when Skye files her report. For now, though, it's enough that there's a plan in place to acclimatize Juan to SHIELD, and help him feel safe both here and with his powers. Even if he does ultimately choose to go with her mother should they find her. If they don't, well, Skye is developing a rather overlarge feeling of personal responsibility for the Inhumans she's been meeting and 'collecting'. "He wants to help us find my mother. I'm thinking we should let him. He's not a prisoner, and I think it will help him feel more comfortable with his powers if we treat him as useful as he is." Nodding to the suggestion of Garcia. "That's a great idea. Plus she can casually spend time in the greenhouse with him."
Clint Barton	Clint grins about the holes in the gym walls. That story had gotten around. "Hmm, before we start letting him take walks around Central Park, maybe Fitzsimmons should fit him with something to help him stay on the ground. I mean if he loses control in a big way there may not be a safe way to get him back down otherwise."
James Barnes	That has Buck slanting a look out of the corner of his eye, at May. "Take it out of my pay," he suggests. Does he get paid? Good odds he really doesn't understand how much he does make. Prices in this era are astronomical, beyond understanding. Then he adds, to Clint, "Just tie a string around his ankle, pretend he's a balloon."
Skye Johnson	Skye isn't sure if she's horrified, or wants to laugh at Bucky's suggestion. "You did not.. Bucky!" Her protest is laughing, so it's likely alright. "Man, it's a good thing I know you guys like me or I'd wonder." She reminds Clint, "We can't really stop him from doing anything. He's not prisoner. We can suggest it isn't wise, but otherwise we're no better than what he had. We can't be Hydra. We can't say we know better. He's a human being able to make his own decisions, even if they're stupid in our eyes." Though she can agree that something to help him transition into life with a superpower that could leave him airborne and just as easily conk out at altitudes might be a good idea. Besides Fitzsimmons would love to fiddle with something like that, she was sure, based on how often her guantlets needed 'recalibration'.
Melinda May	May's glance toward Bucky's string around the ankle comment seems mild enough, but it's definitely a silent admonition to not go too far down that path. "Agreed, Skye. Check with Simmons and Fitz after tomorrow, and give them a new pet project to work on." She knows better than to let those two even think about getting bored.
Clint Barton	Clint smirks at Bucky's suggestion. "Or maybe one of those todler leashes, that horrible parents use? Seen those yet? Bet Fitz would pick the one that looks like a monkey. As for the kid being free to choose what he wants, he nods, "Yeah, free country, even if you want to float off too close to the sun like Icarus." a beat. "Yes, I know who that is, don't look at me like that. Anyhow, Fitz and Simmons will either be thrilled, or give us one of those, 'sure, were a biologist and an engineer, so give us a sec and we'll just increase the force of gravity in a confined space.' all sarcastic like," Clint says with a grin.