12682/One burger today

One burger today
Date of Scene:	05 September 2022
Location:	Big Belly Burgers
Synopsis:	Clint and Kate catch up over burgers because grease is the best solvant for being MIA for the entire run of Hawkeye.
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Kate Bishop

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Clint Barton has posed:
It has been a pretty busy couple days for ol Clint Barton and he looks it. Sitting in a flannel shirt hung unbuttoned over a white t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans, his hair is tossled, and he has bandages on several small nicks and scratches. Not to mention one shiner of a black eye, but that's just the external damages! Lord help the man and his poor knees.

With an evening off, however, he extended an invitation to Kate to meet up for some burgers.. Which he was in desperate need. Some good ol'fashioned carbs and empty fats.. comfort food. The kind of stuff that blocks arteries and mends the soul.

His cellphone lays facedown on the table where he slouches down in his chair as if seeking out some position that doesn't ache.

Kate Bishop has posed:
    The door from the street pops open and Kate pops in, glancing around slowly to case the joint. She has her sunglasses on, the iconic purple ones, because she is meeting Clint and the odds of them being recognized is high. So she wore bits of gear to highlight the Hawkeye persona and minimize someone actually realizing it is Kate Bishop.

The teen is still not out to her dad about this whole superhero thing and has somehow managed to keep it going. Honestly it is remarkable how much people see what they want to see really.

    She spots Clint but ducks up to the counter grabbing a burger and fries for herself with a chocolate shake. God knows she goes through the calories like lightning. Her watch is tapped with a Titans associated card covering it before heading over to setttle in across from Clint "Hey ol' man." she says teasing.

Clint Barton has posed:
It's true, Clint was getting recognized a lot more recently. Perhaps on account of he leaves the apartment under this new management, oh look at how meta.

He spies Kate slipping in and scoots up a bit in his chair. There's several burger wrappers in front of him and a full one and a half basket of fries devoured. Not to mention the strawberry shake he'd been sipping on for the better part of twenty or so minutes. It's mostly liquid at this point, but it still tastes good.

When she settles in across from him he snorts a quiet laugh, "God knows I'm starting to feel it... don't get old. Die young if you have to." She's a teenager Clint, "Kidding, don't ever die. Retire or something... positive message." He makes flashbulbs with his hands then reaches for a fry.

"How you doing?"

Kate Bishop has posed:
    Kate pops the lid of her chocolate shake and dips a damn fry right into it.

    "Pretty decent. Been like a hot minute since some sort of alien or angelic invasion. So that has to count for something." she pops the fry into her mouth thoughtfully. "Going to be heading to Empire State for class this fall probably."

    Another fry is dipped. "We saved Wonderland from crumbling to dust by making a deal with the incarnation of all Dreams and Delirium... so that was maybe the strangest thing I have ever even remotely experienced." the second fry popped into mouth and chews before she starts unwrapping her burger. "What fight did you get in?" noting the damage.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Ah, the miracle of youth.. judging passage of time by the frequency of alien invasions." Clint pretends to swoon, shaking his head. While she's speaking he slurps a bit more of his shake and watches her dip fries in her own. No judgement. There may have been a fry in his earlier too.

"You've got time for school? Look at you..." A wry grin, but an honest one.

Then a shrug of one shoulder, "Take your pick. Went to Jotenheim and got into the most epic game of tug OF WAR... fought some little grimlin aliens in a tunnel... oh there was the demolition and wrecking crew a few nights ago.. one of those assholes hit me with half a dumpster."

His hand instinctively goes to his lower back.

Kate Bishop has posed:
    There is a sympathic wince at the talk about being hit by a dumpster. "You're supposed to dodge those sort of things. I think this wise old person once told me to not get hit so much this one time." pointed look at Clint, the person in question. Ah yes. Sass. Not a are you all right. Just Sass.

    "Wrecking crew.. is that the villains with the wrecking ball guy and the crowbar guy... isn't there a guy who has a helmet and runs into stuff?"

    She shakes her head. "Are the gremlin demons invading?"

Clint Barton has posed:
"Don't be a smart ass, nobody likes a smart ass." Clint says in a deadpan voice, smirking, "I did dodge them... I'm not a greenhorn, but the ground still hurts. Which is why I'm just nursing some pulled muscles and not a caved in chest."

He inclines his head and nods, "Yeah, same guess. That helmet jackass stomped the ground so damn hard it created a crater.. which I fell into it." Snap points, "On purpose." That's a lie. "End of the day, everyone was fine... except I had to soak in an ice bath."

And another nod, "Something like that. They've been chewing through fiber optic lines and stealing beer bottles."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    "We have one of those professional athlete soaking ice tub things in the Tower. I use that I think more than anyone else on the team...." she frowns.

    It can be hard being the only baseline human on a superhero team.

    "Also that sounds like the mildest invasion ever, unless they are secretly building a death laser thing with beer bottles and fiberoptic cables...."

    She takes a bite of her burger before it can get cold and swallows. "So I'm starting a second team... because somehow being on the unofficial council running the Titans isn't keeping me busy enough with school and all the other crazy shit. It's in New York and they asked really nice for leadership help... apparently they even talked to Steve and Potts... but it's going to be called the Young Avengers... did anyone mention it to you?"

Clint Barton has posed:
"Yeah, we have one of those at the redacted." Clint jokes. He is an Avenger and an Agent of SHIELD. "Lord knows I spend enough time in it to write it off on my taxes." Since he knows all too well the glories of being a baseline human on a super powered team.

"Little bastards are doing something for sure... not sure what yet, but they'll end up knocking the powergrid out if they keep digging those tunnels beneath New York." He has not written off the possibility of a laser. Why else would they need all that glass? Unless they eat it... "Like Fraggles." He says the answer to his internal thoughts out loud as if she can hear them.

Did someone mention a team to him, though? "Come on, who are you talking to? Of course they didn't.. nobody tells me shit."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    She points to herself with a fry. "Hey.. I'm telling you and I'm not a nobody." she says with mock umbrage. Then the fry it dripped and popped into her mouth.

    "Wonder if they do little songs and dances..." yeah she saw various hensen products, they were deemed almost educational by her concerned parents when she was little and not as insipid as the inheritors to the tellatubbies.

    "America Chavez.. some kid named Mania.. Red Arrow.. which will be interesting with two archers... Speedster named Speed .. Nadia so a pym powered ... Viv probs if Nadia is doing is so we got a Vision... Ms. Marvel.. the stretchy one not the Captain... mostly teenagers."

    Like her.

    "Maybe you could help with some training excecises sometime."

Clint Barton has posed:
"No, you're not nobody." Clint grins and flicks a hand up in a shrug, "You know what I meant."

Singing and dancing though.. he snickers and shakes his head, "Kind of. They chitter weirdly and dance up to you with their knife hands trying to dance them into your chest... I suppose that counts."

The list, however, includes a few names he is very familiar with. "Lots of streams crossing there with the Titans. Is there a reason they're making another team? Not that it's a bad idea, just seems kind of overkill..." He pops a fry into his mouth and dusts his fingertips off by brushing them together.

"Starting to think there's entirely too many damn super hero teams."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    "Yeah well I asked the same question. About half of the people being prospected aren't Titans and pretty much all of them are NYC based." she shrugs and takes another bite of burger.

    "We had talked about opening up satellite HQs in New York and the Space Port... but Chavez and some of the others thought we would get more people involved and backed up so they aren't doing it solo if we went with a new Identity. Young Avengers will be affiliated with both the Titans and the Avengers, officially, but the plan is to really ground the Titans in Metropolis."

    She snorts a laugh. "Though when I say it like this.. it feels like we are opening franchises.. what next West Coast... Great Lakes?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint picks at his hamburger while Kate explains the logistics and snicker laughs, shaking his head. "Same thought I have about Avengers and Justice League, if I'm honest. What the hell actually is the point of both of them when what they do is exactly the same thing?"

Moot point. He's provisionally an Avenger and primarily works with SHIELD.

His only merchandise was an action figure that got pulled for choking hazzard.

Oh and a baseball hat.

"I'm sure that'll slice up real nice... I guess whatever works for people though. If you need someone to help train, obviously I'll help train." That much goes without saying, "But I reserve the right to mistake them for Titans every other Tuesday."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    "Honestly you mistaking them for Titans and givin them some sarcasm while helping them drill ... has a good chance of helping them bond as a team around the team identity and all. Focus on the outside threat and all and get their feathers off. Which unlike the other team no one has feathers.. so purely metaphorically in this case."

    No aliens birds.

    "As for all the teams.. you got me... I mean the magic justice league actually sounds fine... because god knows that stuff is incredibly wierd and you can't just punch it or shoot it with an arrow.... but regular justice league.. avengers... who knows." she shrugs.

    "Anyhow with teens and probably school and home life stuff.. I figure Titans in Metro.. Outsiders in Gotham.. and Young Avengers in New York actually makes some sense.... so I agreed."

Clint Barton has posed:
"Whatever servers the greater good." Clint never needs a reason to be sarcastic, by the grin on his face. He accepts with a nod and tosses the empty bun back on the wrapper after eating just the patty. Systematically sucking his fingers clean of grease.

"Never been a fan of magic. Good thing there's people around to deal with it so I don't have to try.." Apparently he dated Wanda or whatever, Metal Gear.

When she explains the full weight of what she's trying to carry, Clint grabs for a napkin to wipe his thumbs, staring at her across the table. "There is such a thing as doing too much, you know that right? You're a Titan, you're about to go to Empire.. you're about to be a Young Avenger.. I'm going to assume your dad probably doesn't know..." Motioning up and down with a flick of his finger to indicate her bits of gear.

"Be sure you're not fishing the pond dry, kiddo."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    "Yeah I leave the magic to the people who know it for the most part. Though if they aren't expecting it an arrow works very well on wouild be wizards."

    "Also.. yeah which is why being in New York might help.. less hyper loop to Gotham.. more focused locally with fam and school here. Less stretched thing..." she frowns a bit. "No still haven't told my dad... I have some concerns after the woods of forgetfulness in Wonderland about his... business practices... " she sounds quite worried honestly if you know her.

    "I'm not even sure where to start there..."

Clint Barton has posed:
"That they do." As if he knows this from experience.

Given Clint is... well.. Clint, that's probably likely. Everyone overlooks the Hawkeye, until they're staring at an arrow.

Whatever mirth there was begins to fad and he nods slowly at what follows, "Something you need help looking into?" He wonders, settling back in his chair. "Some things don't require a whole ass team of weirdos, after all."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    "Actually I could probably use the help." she admits. "Without a team of wierdos on this one. The only one probably low key enough to be useful checking out my dad like this would be Robin and he is off doing bat shit."

    God knows what that entails too.

    "We went into the woods of forgetfullness in Wonderland. We had to basically take a lets say potion of unforgetting so we couldn't forget just unforget but not remember... fucking magic and wonderland right."

    "OR something like that.. anyhow I remembered a lot of conversations when I was a toddler and my dad would talk to associates... it sounded criminal with my current frame of reference and thanks to the magic it was with sharp clarity of the memories." she remembered like everything with clarity thanks to that magic.

    Magic is the worst.

    "Now I am worried my billionair dad may be a crook... which to be fair.. all billionairs are bad but.. like legit a crook."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint listens with his adult ears now, except all that bullshit about wonderland. That he just pretends like he understands because there's literally nothing in what Kate just said that made any god damn sense what so ever.

He inclines his head and widens his eyes, which reads pretty clearly on his face: 'Magic amirite'.

Until she gets to the last part about her billionaire father being a crook. His hand comes up to trace his jaw with the back of his knuckles. "Could put a tail on him. Probably see you coming, but he doesn't know me from a stack of old news papers. Up to you though, he's your dad."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    "It is probably a good idea.. like I said you are probably the best bet outside the batkid and he is way too stabby for me to want to put him investigating my dad."

    Honestly Robin is a bit murdery for this sort of job.

    "I'd appreciate it Clint."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint nods across the table at that, "Not a huge fan of the Bats, myself..." A beat pause, "Okay I'm not a fan of Gotham and they're just an extention." To that he grins and pushes his chair back, sliding up from the seat.

"Just let me know when. I'll be on another planet until Wednesday- that's a thing we do now apparently - but after that?" He taps his chest and poitns at her.

"I'm your Hawkeye."

With that said, however, "I need to kick rocks, though. Got a thing I have to get to. Keep me in the loop yeah? With the whole Young Avengers and your pops."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    She salutes with another fry. "Sounds good. I'll show you my new bow when we meet up next time too. You're going to drool." she grins and pops the fry in her mouth.

    She settles in to finish her food though before getting back out there and dealing with the world.