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Clint Barton	Dr. Cal Johnson had been sprung from SHIELD custody. Mostly. After being lo-jacked, and let out of the Trisk, SHIELD set him up in a safehouse in Queens, and kept a pretty close eye on him debriefing him every so often about the people he met on his travels and of course the serum that made him a super-strong maniac. Though medical did have him on a cocktail of treatments they thought might undo some of the damage his serum did. Regardless, Cal wouldn't want to be anywhere else, his Daisy was in New York, so that's where he wanted to be. Today, Cal was at home pouring over some of the notes the science types sent him about his serum, frowning and writing his own notes in the margins, muttering, "No, no, no," as he scribbles away. The appartment is neat and tidy decorated with the odd plant and knicknack Cal had picked up while out in the world.
Skye Johnson	Of course Skye knows where her father has been set up. And so far the reports have been encouraging. No upset or terrified neighbours. He's been co-operating with SHIELD. And while she's not been able to visit as much as she might like, she knows he's safe and nearby, which is an awfully close second. Her job, she hopes he realizes, keeps her busy - though she does try to remember to send him texts in the morning or the evening, just to let him know she's thinking about him. Today, though, she's not only got time, but an official reason to come calling. Of course no visit would be complete without food and drink: coffee from a street vendor not a block away from his safehouse, and ramen from her favourite spot. She'd told them she was going to visit her father, and not only had it been on the house, but she was assured she was going to like it. Lunch was going to be a surprise for her, too. She didn't warn Cal she was coming, in case something prevented her, but outside the building she stops and, with a smirk settling on her features, texts: Daisy >> Hey, how's lunch sound?
Clint Barton	Cal looks up when his phone buzzes. It still startled him being used to being locked up in SHIELD custody for awhile. He picked it up and looked at the screen a smile spreading over his lips. Dad >> Of course! When do you want to come by?
Skye Johnson	Daisy >> How's now sound? She's smiling broadly, pitcuring him reading her text, expecting she's a distance still to travel, all the while knowing she's outside his building. Daisy >> I can bring lunch. How's ramen sound?
Clint Barton	Dad >> Now? Sure and ramen sounds wonderful. He puts down the phone and hurriedly tidies up his paper and then checks himself in the mirror making sure he looked presentable for his daughter. Leaving him standing by the table not sure what to do with himself while he waits for Daisy to arrive.
Skye Johnson	Skye is still chuckling to herself when she knocks on his door not five minutes later, knowing her likely thinks 'now' is the time it will take her to travel from the Triskelion to his building - generally not a huge amount of time, but long enough. Certainly longer than five minutes worth of walking up the stairs. "Hey, let a girl in. Food is getting cold." Which it's not. No more than it already had gotten. But she was enjoying knowing how flustered and pleased he was likely going to be that she was here.
Clint Barton	Flustered and pleased is right! There's an audible 'Oh' from inside the appartment before footsteps thump towards the door and it's flung wide. "Daisy!" Cal greets spreading his arm for a hug. "I didn't expect you were being literal when you said now," he says before adding. "Not that I mind!"
Skye Johnson	His reaction is exactly what she hoped for, Skye stepping into that embrace. "Normally it wouldn't mean right now now, but today it does. Totally worth it to see the look on your face. Ooo, careful. The coffee is hot. I remembered. Lots of sugar and cream." She makes sure he gets his cup and not hers, as neither of them shared the same sweetness prefernce in coffee. "I hope I'm not interupting anything? Was hoping we could talk a bit while we visited." So, yes, it wasn't an entirely for pleasure visit, but she hoped that would be okay.
Clint Barton	Cal squeezes Daisy in a bone crushing hug. Well, not quite as bone crushing as he could have managed before, but it's tight until Skye mentions the coffee and he quickly pulls away. "Hope I didn't spill-" but the cups are intact and he grins when Skye mentions she did it up just the way he likes it. "You remembered," he grins taking the offered cup that was more sugar cream than coffee. "And of course not, just going over some papers SHIELD sent me, they're looking at my serum and have so many questions..." he shakes his head. "Anyhow come in, and of course we can talk, I assume this is not entirely a social visit?" the question is posed calmly, without the hints of hurt and anger that would have tinged it before. He leads the way to the table moving the papers out of the way to make room for the ramen and coffee.
Skye Johnson	"They're still working on that formula with you? I hope you took the oven cleaner out of it."Skye winces. She'd heard it had a few other nasty surprises in it, and the thought of her father willingly ingesting that - especially considering some of it had been for her - made her feel more than slightly ill. She gives his cheek a kiss before moving inside to let him close the door. "I wish it were just social, but I was hoping lunch made up for it?" She gestures to the ramen bags. "My favourite place. The chef likes me, and no, I have no clue what he made us." She looks around for a safe spot for them to sit or for her to unload the bags at least - they could sit almost anywhere. "I have a bunch of questions for you, but they can wait a bit. How have you been? Are you liking your new home? People treating you well?"
Clint Barton	Cal nods, "They are. I guess like everyone else, they want to explore every avenue towards making regular people super-human," he says with a shake of his head. "Yes, they've taken out the oven cleaner and most of the amphetemines," he says. "Still toxic though. But perhaps in an emergency..." he gives his head a harder shake. "But you didn't come to talk to me about my chemistry experiments." He smiles, "No, lunch doesn't make up for it, but you being here does, I don't mind a visit no matter the reason," he gestures at the bowls. "Plus, noodles. I am looking forward to the suprise." As to her questions Cal nods, "It's a touch boring, but people treat me well and it's nice to be... normal again... just live with people it's been... well longer than you've been alive since I've lived like this."
Skye Johnson	Skye makes a small face at her father, "You know that stuff is going to kill you, right? You're not still taking it?" She imagined not. Or at least not officially. But she also suspected if he could, he'd brewed himself a batch 'just in case'. It was more than a little disturbing to her to think on it. His retort about lunch makes her smirk. "Good thing I come with lunch, then." She empties the bags and hands out dishes. "Really? Longer than I've been alive? I thought.. I guess you don't just mean the serum, do you? What was it like, before. I mean, before things got bad and you had to do all that stuff. There had to be good times, weren't there? When you were with my mother."
Clint Barton	"Oh, I'm not taking it," Cal replies, though his careful wording might imply he does have a stash somewhere. "I am just helping them improve it, my way of giving back for all the damage I caused." SHIELD had been terribly generous, given all that he did there were more than a few agents, Lumley included, that wanted him locked up in the deepest hole they could find. "Oh, the serum was after you were born," Cal confirms. "But living back home, stateside, it's been a long time. Not that all of it was bad, I wouldn't trade all cream and sugar coffee and great ramen noodles in the world for those first years with your mother in China. It was the happiest time in my life, and you made it even better, it was after that it all went wrong, when Hydra came..." Some of the old Cal shows through on his face then, a storm of rage at mentioning his old enemy. "Musn't loose my head, musn't lose my head," he says looking down and fumbling in his pocket for an inhaler that he takes a puff from and sighs the anger fading visibly. "But that's done, you dropped a mountain on them. How are your arms healing by the way?"
Skye Johnson	"I was going to say," Skye grins lopsidely, then holds up her arms that he can see them, even if they're in their usual gauntlets. "All better. Good as new, though May is threatening to give me a desk job if I keep on doing that." She tries not to look too much like she wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat. "They won't be bothering us for a long time again. And Zola is gone. No more capturing us and forcing us through the change just to see what happens." "That's a bit why I came today, actually."
Clint Barton	Cal grins back and takes a look at Skye's arms. "Now those guantlets, that's what I should be working on, but I am glad you're healing, and that Zola'a gone." He takes a bite of his noodles, exclaiming: "Mmm spicy." He slurps them up and then nods, "What is it you wanted to ask me?"
Clint Barton	Cal grins back and takes a look at Skye's arms. "Now those guantlets, that's what I should be working on, but I am glad you're healing, and that Zola'a gone." He takes a bite of his noodles, exclaiming: "Mmm spicy." He slurps them up and then nods, "What is it you wanted to ask me?"
Skye Johnson	"You can do stuff like this?" That hadn't occurred to her. Not that the Bobsey twins were lax in what htey'd produced. Skye had no doubt her gauntlets were beyond state of the art, but since her father had mentioned it, now she wondered what, if anything, he could contribute to the matter. "They've got them tweaked for finer tremors, and for more sustained ones now." She gives a wry grin. "Probably lojacked too. I might have run off a time or two without checking in first." There's a shrug. She'd do it again, too, and May knew. Clint knew. Fury had known it. Everybody who knew Skye should know it by now. But that was part of her charm, living by the seat of her convictions and leading with her heart. "What I wanted to ask had to do with Jaiyang. She'd been at a village we tried to evacuate but got to too late - Hydra had already been. But we know she and some other Inhumans escaped." She sets her ramen aside, and pulls out the cord hung with the coins. "She left these there for me to find. Along with a note. And a couple other things."
Clint Barton	"Well, I might be able to help," Cal says. "After all I did help your mother make Terrigen crystals. He takes another look at the gauntlets chuckling at the bit about running off, "You come by that honestly, it may as well be a family tradition by now." Then he adds: "And RF blocking foil... wrap your gauntlets in it if you want to beat their lo-jacking. I mean they'll know you're going off grid because they lost the signal, but they shouldn't be able to track you." The things you learn in 20+ years of being a fugitive. There's momentary concern in Cal's expression until he hears she got away, then when the coins are produced, he gasps lightly reaching out his hand. "May I?"
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs at the mention of the foil. "You know if I did that they'd seriously think about putting the chip directly in me, right?" Skye had no illusions that the jokes about lojacking her weren't *entirely* jokes at this point. Throw in the things she knew.. "I'm trying to be have more. May and I had a heart to heart about a few things. I'm a huge security risk, so.." She shrugs. It went with the territory. And if she wanted to be able to help others, particularly more of her own kind, she needed to step up a little. "But I'll keep that in mind in case I ever find myself needing to run." What? You never knew.. The coins she hands over. "I can't figure anything out about them. They look just like coins to me. R&D and WAND will take a look at them, but I thought if you knew anything about them. Or if they were a message as to how to start tracking her down. Or whatever." His look of concern is noted and filed away for later.
Clint Barton	Cal makes a face. "That seems like an extreme reaction," he says of physically chipping Skye. "You're not a terrier." His brows raise though and he asks, "Security risk? How?" He takes the coins in his hands and examines them, "These were hanging on the wall of your room in China," he explains. "Your mother loved these things, they're called yàn shèng qián," his Chinese pronunciation would likely have May flinching. "Good luck charms to ward off evil spirits," he looks over, skepticsm writ on his face "I didn't believe it, but your mother and tradition..." he says with a fond shake of his head. "Cannot tell her no." He looks down at the coins, "I'm glad she's safe, and she's reaching out to you, I'd be jealous if you weren't my daughter, she hasn't reached out to me for... a long time... what else did she leave you?"
Skye Johnson	It's habit now, when conversations wander this way or that, to fiddle with the lighter she carries with her, turning it on to block out interference and snooping. Of course she doens't pull it out for her father to see. He doesn't need to know - yet. "I.. know a lot of things, dad. A lot of secrets someone at my rank usually doesn't." She gives another of those shrugs. "Likely why I am the rank I am given how long I've been at this, but I'm not what they call a security risk. I don't get certain assignments. I dont go into any mission there isn't a recall team for. I'm not an acceptable loss." Okay, that last one worries her a tiny bit as they'd never fully discussed just what protocol was should worse come to worst and she ever did get stuck in such a situation. Then again, she'd crawled out of a number of tight spots, and for the most part, people seemed singularly unaware of what Skye actually knew. Even Zola may have underestimated her. Skye gives her father a pained look. "She didn't precisely reach out, dad. She's known where I am for a long time and she's never made an effort. This was hidden away. If I'd not found it, I'd know as much as you do." She thinks a few moments, then adds, "She left me a note, and a couple of crystals." Yeah, May might kill her for that last bit, but Skye thought that they might help her father put pieces together for her. And besides, it wasn't like she was about to hand the things over to him.
Clint Barton	Cal chews on the news about Skye's value to SHIELD. "Glad they realize how valuable you are, and not just because..." he nods down at the gauntlets. "Even if it does make you a target." He shakes his head. "Oh that was reaching out, you have to understand your mother has been on the run for most of her life, which at this point is over a hundred years, cautious isn't the word... She was alright when I met her, but after Hydra and then SHIELD took you..." he shakes his head. "That she left any trace at all when Hydra was coming after her and there's giant robots killing people with powers is a minor miracle." He reaches out a hand for Skye. "I know she wants to meet with you Skye, she may be done with me but she's your mother, I know she loves you, how can she not?"
Skye Johnson	"heh. Yeah, I knew this stuff before the other. In fact, I think they're still trying to figure out what to do with my powers." She gives Cal a look, head tilted to one side. "They always saw me as valuable. It's so weird. It's like if you put all the things I can do on a list, being Quake is at the bottom of it all as far as SHIELD is concerned. Even if they took it all in stride." Adding, "I think May wants to maybe set up some powered resources. She mentioned putting me in charge of them. Okay.. not quite in those many words, but I'm not stupid." His hand on her arm is covered with her own, her fingers squeezing there a moment before letting go. "I never thought of it that way. I've been struggling with being angry with her. It's all a lot to take in, you know? But I want to find her. And not just because of the other Inhumans and finding out about myself and my people. I really do want to find her and at least meet her? Even if.. I don't know. All my life you both were dead. Finding out you're not has been really hard, even if I really always wanted to be able to say I had living parents, it wasn't what I thought it would be, you know?" She give him a wry smile to say it's okay, that she doesn't mean it in a bad way.
Clint Barton	"That's good," Cal says. "When you were taken, I was so afraid they would turn you into a weapon if they figured out what you were, it's good to hear now that they know you can take down mountains, that's just a footnote, that they want you, not your powers." "Oh, don't tell your mother about the powered team if you meet her, she won't like that, not wild about it either, to be honest," after all he just got done saying he was glad they didn't see her as a weapon. "But at least they'll have a good leader." "I can understand if we're not what you might have wanted for parents, I know we both wanted to be different, better for you, but we do love you Daisy, we always have," he says before he falls into a moment of thought. "I might know some people who can help you find her, though, they won't talk to me, I'm not one of them, but you, you're an Inhuman and they might talk to you."
Skye Johnson	"Trust me, it's me they want. They'd go to the wall for me." Skye looks oddly humbled by that. Only his reaction to the other has her looking confused. "Not wild about it? I don't follow." She'd thought long and hard about matters herself, as well as considering SHIELD's current relationship with those who fell outside the normal boxes of humanity. "They're good people, dad. Nobody is asked to do anything they don't want to. And I don't think May wants to.. We're specialists. We each do things that we're suited for. All of us. It wouldn't be any different. And nobody would be asked to do anything they didn't want. I wouldn't ask someone to do anything I wouldn't be willing to do. We help people. We rescued the Inhumans we did so that they could have choices in their life and not be used as weapons." Of those they'd rescued, none, yet, had been formally absorbed into SHIELD, but those that were able, had been left to go, knowing better who and what they were and what they could do - and that they had friends with resources should they need them. "I guess I wouldn't maybe understand that if I were in your shoes either. We must seem a lot like Hydra when it comes down to it. But we're trying to be better." Again, she gives him a smile, this one slightly broken. "You're not horrible parents. I guess when I wanted to have a family I didn't know what it might be. You see everyone else around you with one and you make up this story in your head about how it would have been. You're not bad. I've just found out I've a family, and I'm not human, and that m y family wasn't ever going to be like everyone else's all at the same time. All while avoiding being kidnapped and brainwashed and trying to solve bigger problems than myself. But I never meant it to mean you didnt' love me, or you didn't matter." "I begged them to let you be free, and to give you a chance. I told them I'd be responsible. I did that because after everything I found I still loved you." She pauses, too. "I'd like that, if you could help. I need to know. Even if it doesnt' work out, I have to try."
Clint Barton	Nodding, Cal makes no more remarks about SHIELD and their trust in Skye, but says instead. "The team, it sounds... weaponish." Though Skye has an answer for that and Cal nods in accptance of it. "Fair enough, you trust SHIELD and their intentions and that's good enough to be, but you're right, from the outside it's hard to tell the difference between SHIELD and Hydra sometimes, especially for someone like Jaiying. Except for the village, she's never really had a place she belonged." Cal takes in Skye's clarification in stride, "Good, because that's never changed Daisy, over all these years, we've always loved you," he says and then grins a bit sappily at hearing how much she'd done to get him free. "Thank you," he says reaching out his hand again. He gestures with his other hand, "For all of this." He nods, then about helping out, "I can reach out to people, hopefully most of them haven't heard about me being captured by SHIELD, they might not feel like talking but if I can get a couple of them on the phone, you can do your," he mimes typing on a keyboard. "To find them."
Skye Johnson	There's a laugh at his mimicking her typing. "Oh you should see my new getup. It's really cool." Tony was never getting that thing back. Ever. Then again, she figured he probably already suspected that when he agreed to 'loan' her the holo-interface. "Difference between us, dad? It's always a choice with SHIELD." There's a nod, as she remembers. "They offered, you know. Before I was ever a full agent, they offered to let me go. Wipe my records clean. Make my crimes dissappear. Let me just go live my life any way I pleased and that would be the end of that." "That's the difference, dad. Hydra wouldn't have done that. They tried to force me to chose them. And when I didn't they tied me to table and turned me into Quake against my will. SHIELD.. we don't do that. We don't." She had to believe they didn't, even if she knew there were shadier sides to the organization, or had been in the past, given she'd learned of the Lolitas.
Clint Barton	"Oh?" Cal ask his face brightening like any nerd's would. "Whatcha got?" "That's true," he admits of Hydra's tactics. "I'm glad you found the place you belong, with people you trust... even the archer." Yeah, still not calling him Clint. "Anyhow, if they did turn out to be shady, they probaly need to be more worried about you than you of them," he nods at her gauntlets with a smile. "Anyhow, about my contacts, want to try to reach out to them together, you can be my back up, call it a little daddy/daughter time."
Skye Johnson	"He has a name," Skye offers, dryly, and with amusement. "You can't keep calling him the archer, especially since you have grandkitties now." She nods. "I do trust them. I trust them with my life every day. They haven't failed me yet. And better? They trust me with theirs." She doesn't remark on them having to worry more about her, than her them. She's not entirely sure if that's true. Sure, she could level the Trisk, but any number of them could take her down in other ways. It was part of what she meant about trust. All of them trusted in and saw the best in each other. Expected it of one another. It was what made them better. "Please?" Even though she could just leave it to him, if he was offering a joint venture, she was down with that.
Clint Barton	"Fiiine, Barton then," Cal grumbles before he looks like he's having a sudden heart attack, before slowly he seems to calm. "Did you say grand/kiddies/ or grand/kitties/" "I am happy for you, Daisy, I'm glad you've found people who care about you and trust you." Cal nods, "Of course, it'd be nice to work with you and get out of this apartment for a bit, can make some calls and get the ball rolling after lunch, might be a few days more before they get back to me, but sooner we call the sooner we'll hear back."
Skye Johnson	"Kitties," Skye ennunciates carefully, then gives her father a very serious look. "I don't think kids are in the cards for me, dad. I love my job. I love what I do. I love how it makes me feel. And I had a crappy childhood. I don't think I have a lot to offer a kid. I don't want to screw up another human being the way I was screwed up. I have Clint, and my friends, and we're making a home for them all, where we can all be safe and happy.. I'm really sorry if you were expecting grandchildren." She grows silent after that, letting him parse it all, only offering, "I can show you cat pictures?"
Clint Barton	"No, no, kitties are good, I've got no problem with kitties," Cal says seeming releaved he wasn't going to be a grandfather, "And I'll support any life you lead, because it's yours. Your mother will too, she's big on making your own choices, given how her people were with her." The offer of cat pictures earns a smile, "Sure, let's see my grandkitties."
Skye Johnson	Skye's features light up as she pulls out her phone and shows her father the grand-kitties. "This is Pawgent Grant Ward. He followed me home from Tibet. He likes catnip mice, unless you're watching, and then he doesn't like them at all. He knows how to delete items off my laptop, so I've had to hide most of them away behind another screen. Not so much of an issue with the holo-setup, but if I'm working in bed or hanging with Clint it's a real problem. I'm his person and I'm not supposed to forget it. He's barfed on Clint's side of the bed a number of times now. On purpose - but don't tell Clint I told you that. I keep telling him cats aren't petty like humans." he gets any number of pictures of Grant. And RAndy, too. "Randy belonged to someone down the street. When his owner died, he took up residence at our place. I was off in Tibet at the time, and doing some other things. By the time I got hom, Clint had bonded. We weren't going to keep him, but his owner's daughter was going to have him put down. She didn't like cats and he was her father's, not hers." "Anyway, we have cats. Well, all of SHIELD has cats now. At least the people who hang out at our place."
Clint Barton	Cal chuckles, "Pawgent?" he asks eyebrows raising a little. Then laughs a littl more at how Grant seemed to share his dislike of Barton. "Such a good kitty," he jokes. He scowls when he hears about Randy, and what might have happened to him... "Disgusting, people like that should get put down, they're animals, they count on us... grrr... I hate people like that, I mean, I may have been a monster, but, that is disgusting. Glad you and Barton saved him." He looks up from the pictures. "When do I get to see the real thing?"
Skye Johnson	"Supper? Mmm, Sunday?" She'd have to give Clint fair warning, but not too much fair warning. He might just be suddenly 'busy' if she did. But she figured that gave her enough time to break it to her partner, and figure out what they'd have. "Uh.. you like ramen? I know how to make ramen and roast chicken. Oh! And spaghetti." That was two more meals than she knew how to make a year ago! She was still working on the vegetable soup.
Clint Barton	Cal nods, "Supper would be great, whatever you feel like making," he says, clearly excited. "Can I bring anything? Wine or some beer? What do you drink?" he asks. "Whatever you need. And sure give Barton all the warning you like." He is positively buzzing with excitement at the prospect.
Skye Johnson	Skye gives her father a couple choices of things, including the traditional frou-frou beer. His excitement is contagious, even if Clint might need convincing. But hey, if her father could call Clint 'Barton', Clint could be nice. Maybe some day the two of them might.. well, if not get along, at least be able to be alone in the same room together without worry. Besides, Clint might be sold if she told him her father wanted to see his grandkitties...