12903/We in the backyard doing backyard things

We in the backyard doing backyard things
Date of Scene:	27 September 2022
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Back Yard
Synopsis:	Diana lets Clint win at a game of CAT, shooting arrows. DC & Marvel are different breeds.
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Diana Prince

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Clint Barton has posed:
It's the backyard of Avengers Mansion, so it's pretty much like most peoples whole yard, with nicer things. A swimming pool that it's too cold to swim in, umbrellas when it's not raining, and one Clint Barton. Lounging in one of the sunchairs, he's got a pair of headphones in his ears and a quiver of arrows laid against his leg. The intentions here are pretty clear, he's attaching tips to the old-school model arrows, which aren't his hitech variant that attachs them on the fly.

These are just standard arrows tips.

With what looks like a homemade bow.

Once he's got all the arrows capped, he exchanges fooling with them with tugging on the bow-string to test the strength and pull. Grinning to himself, and whatever music is playing in the ear-buds.

Wearing a pair of blue-jeans and a red-black flannel unbuttoned over a white undershirt.

Diana Prince has posed:
With the temperature getting cooler, the autumn weather settling in, Diana arrives in a black denim jacket, and a pair of dark crimson hued pants, a white top worn under the jacket and a set of gold hoop earrings. Her dark hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, and she's looking around the yard when she steps out through some of the mansion doors.

She spies Clint in that chair and a smile shows on her red hued lips.

Her heeled shoes likely announce her approach, though she knows the Avenger has some hearing issues too.

"You look like you're having fun there." Diana announces then with her husky hued voice speaking that Themysciran accented English.

She comes down the stairs, running her hand down the stone railing as she walks toward him then, eyeing his bow and arrows. "Self-made?" She asks then as she gets closer.

Diana spent 2 years as a active rostered member of the Avengers after Superman's supposed death in 2017, but after his return, she became more active with the Justice League, where she's been since, though still making random Avengers appearances here and there...

Clint Barton has posed:
Also she's freaking Wonder Woman.

Clint glances up at the subtle movement of something out of the corner of his eye and spies a familiarly unfamiliar face coming upon him from the grove... At first he inclines his head, brain sorting out who he's looking at, then he double takes. Holy Smokes! Quickly he jerks the headphones out with a tug at the cord connecting them and slides off his seat to stand up infront of her.

Since he's not sure what's proper protocol when addressing a Princess.

At least not one of from the Amazons...

Or whatever. Themyscara is too hard to say.

"Huh?" He hadn't heard her.. the music was pretty loud and he has bad ears regardless, but he tracks her attention to the bow. "oh... yeah-" Lip reading, he scratches the back of his neck beneath his scraggly hair, "-Mostly just a hobby bow. Wouldn't use it in actual combat or anything, but it works plenty good.. you shoot?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana sees the ear buds come out and she grins lightly at the music she can hear coming out of them then as he puts them away. She approaches, stops, and places her hands together over her lap as she glances down to the bow and arrows again.

"I can understand that." She notes happily. "Archery was actually always my favorite skill to practice back home. Though I have come to rely more on sword and shield away from home, I am always happy to get a chance to fire a good recurve bow. I do not know about the fancy compounds... but, I should not pick nits when it comes to other's styles." She says all of that, and chases it with a playful grin.

Her eyes are cast around the beautiful yard then. "I do not mean to interrupt you out here, either, but there was nobody inside except a few server robots, and Jarvis indicated you were the only one home..." She states then, glancing back to Clint then.

Clint Barton has posed:
It was some 90s pop.

Specifically, Lisa Loeb "stay"

Which Clint doesn't look the least bit embarrassed about either. It's a good song, fight me.

He grins at her retort and shrugs a shoulder, bundling both quiver and bow up in one hand with spread fingers to hold out to her. "It's a pretty simple recurve, but I've been treating the wood for about two years, so it should be pretty sturdy." He explains, motioning off in the distance at some targets he'd set up way across the yard. Far enough away that almost nobody would have seen them if he hadn't pointed them out. What with them being partially hidden behind shrubs and tree limbs.

"i guess it's kind of silly to ask one of the most well known warrior women in the world if she shoots." A singular, self-deprecating, shuckle. One shoulder curling up in a half-hearted shrug,

"Oh, yeah. I think they're all at a party. Or saving the world... I only ever get called in if they need another player for poker."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana just holds her playful expression toward him as she once more looks down to the offered bow and arrows. "May I?" She asks then, with a glance toward the targets. She'll take the offered items then and run a hand over the limbs of the bow, before her fingertips dance along the string. "One hundred pound draw weight?" She guesses, without having pulled it back yet.

His poker quip has her showing a warm smile as she turns to look out at the targets. "Oh, do not beat yourself up. I have seen you in combat before. Your accuracy for ranged combat is outstanding, to the point where you might even rival one of my people." She says, sending him a grin over her shoulder. "Translation, pretty good, for a regular Human." She teases.

A mere matter of moments later, and Diana has his bow wielded, readied, and is firing an arrow off at one of the targets. It buzzes though the air, the shaft wobbling at high speeds, before slamming home at a perfect placement. "Mmh, I like it." She says then.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Please do." Clint offers it out again, then holds up both hands when she takes it to inspect. Grinning to himself, making a mental note to brag to his daughter that, not only has he met her hero, she fired his bow and made him look like a chump. It'll be like playing janga with Puzzlemaster.

Only nobody likes Puzzlemaster for it to be worth bragging about.

"One hundred and fifteen. I used horsehair for the draw-string-" Pointing at the intricately woven threads, "-from my horses. Which I own." Weird flex? Or just rambling... probably just rambling.

With hands on his hips he watches her ready the bow and converse casually about how mediocre he is compared to one of the many Amazonian archers. And to his credit, he just nods along with a grin. "That's what everyone says about me... Clint Barton, almost as good as an Amazon." Easily keeping pace with the teasing in a good-natured, I regularly hang out with Thor 'God of Thunder' Odinson, kind of way.

With a low whistle, he nods at her perfect placement dispite the obstacles. "Nicely done. You ever play horse? Usually play it with a basketball, but... you make a shot and then I have to duplicate it. Until one of us can't. We go back and forth until someone spells out horse... or cat, to make it quicker, I'm sure you've got shit to do today."

Diana Prince has posed:
The Princess stares at the targets a moment longer before she looks back to Clint and offers him the bow back. "Cat it is then." She says with a slight grin. Once he's taken the items, the six-foot-something-tall Amazon steps back out of the way, and over to one of the chairs. She takes a seat on its edge, back straight, and fingers lacing together. She looks about the yard again.

"I came by to speak with anyone who might be interested in visiting the Atlantic Starport soon. I want to make sure that the Avengers know that they have a place there, and there's no better way to do that than invites offered in-person." She relates. "Plus, in-person, it comes with a weight of guilt if they say 'Yes' to coming and then never do." She tells the Hawkeyed'd man with another playful expression befalling her face.

Clint Barton has posed:
"oooh you clearly don't know us very well." Clint says when Diana mentions guilty. WIth bow in hand, he stands precisely where she was standing and draws back one of the handcrafted arrows. The feather tickles the back of his ear, little change for a breeze, and he lets it fly. Not even waiting to see it hit before looking over to her with the bow held back out. "We don't feel guilty about anything."

The arrow whistles through the air and slams into the same target, almost into the same hole, Diana's had. If it werent' already occupied... there's two pigeoned arrows wobbling together out there beneath the brush.

"Except me. I'd feel guilty about saying no.. I'd feel guilty about saying yes and worry that nobody else would... which is insane, everyone's going to be there. Most of us have been working pretty hard behind the scenes to help make it a reality."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana watches that confident shot go flying. She nods approvingly toward the result before her eyes go back to him, and she pushes off her knees to rise back up from the chair. "I have heard that you have been assisting Thor with his inter-dimensional gateway project." The Princess notes as she steps back to him to take the bow, then reach for another arrow. She twirls the arrow around in her fingers while stepping to the firing line. "That is a great amount of help given, to be sure. We plan to make the arrival point located at the starport, which means the Avengers, or at least a few of them, will be quite integral in the place's features, and functions."

Diana lines up then again, testing the string a little before notching the arrow and letting it loose! Her draw hand snaps to the side, and the arrow goes flying.

It slaps home on the opposite side from which Clint's landed on her original. "Does that spell Cat?" She asks, glancing back to him with a grin, apparently not quite getting the rules, or pretending not to!

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint leans against the metal frame picnic table with the mighty umbrella to watch Diana line up her shot, though he does so while nodding to her obsersavtion of his involvement in inter-dimensional hijynx. "It's true, I drank a lot of mead with dwarves. I actually think I was adopted... honorary dwarf-" Which might explain the beard he's starting to grow. With a little point at his chin and everything. It's in no way very long, mostly looks like a few weeks worth of growth, but it's there!

And the arrow is gone.

Bobbing down range next to her original arrow.

He inclines his head and tilts it, "In some innercities, they don't know how to spell cat... so I'd say, to one of them, a bag of potato chips could, in theory, spell whatever you want it to." She's the one with a life outside of this place!

He just assumes she's got places to be.

"Take the bow." He tells her, hands clapping together and motioning to her, "A gift from me to you. You're suppose to give gifts to royalty or something, I read that in a book. It was a fairy tale book, but I still read it and that counts."

Diana Prince has posed:
In truth, Clint was a bit of a mystery to Diana. Thor was an open book, as was Tony, and many of the other Avengers, but Clint? What did he do? Just shooting arrows all the time might explain his skill, but... not who he is.

When he speaks of the Dwarves, she looks to him and flashes a brightly warm smile. "I am sorry I missed that. It sounds like it would have been quite fun..." She says before holding the bow horizontally in front of her lap in both hands. She tilts her head as she eyes him then, before she bends her arms up and lets the bow twist around to lay string across her forearms. She stares at it.

"A gift?" She asks then, her eyes looking back up to his. "But if I take your bow, what will you do out here all by yourself? Just sit, and watch the water as you listen to your old music?" She asks then, being silly, of course, showing him another positive expression. "Thank you, though..."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, which is precisely how he likes things.

There's so many stories about who and what he is circulating that stand in direct oposition of one another... most of them he spreads himself. It keeps people guessing. Keeps them from digging too deep too. He's the most well guarded open book on the shelf!

"It was something." He admits of Nifilheim, "My home away from home." Hands over his heart, one atop the other. Then they drop back down to rest on his hips with his thumb dangling from the belt-loops.

"You can do a whole lot worse than relaxing by the pool at Avengers mansion, ya know?" He teases about what he's going to do without his bow. "Besides, I've got a quinjet to catch in about thirty minutes anyways. My contractual private time is Tuesday nights from six pee em to nine-thirty pee em." Whither he's joking or not, he grins and waves off the sentiment.

"You're welcome. Want me to sign it for you? I'm sort of a big deal with dwarves aged three to seven hundred."

Diana Prince has posed:
Clint's response has the Princess laughing softly as she nods two times to what he asks there at the end. "Actually, yes." She says as her right hand reaches up to the right breast pocket of her denim jacket. She draws out a pen from inside the pocket, and then offers it to him, along with the bow again. "I will find a nice place in the Themysciran Embassy for this to be mounted to the wall." She says with another smile for him.

"And, you are right, as far as place to idle go, this is a rather nice one. But... if you do see others, tell them that I was here to guilt them in to doing public appearances for me?" She asks, tilting her head and grinning again.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint clearly hadn't expected to be taken up on his autography offer, but he's quick on his feet to take the pen and give the bow a little signature right along the leather wrapped grip. "Most people will see this and say... who?" He jokes, whirling the pen between his fingers until it's held up for her to retake. "Shouldn't discount a pen. These things are more valuable than gold."

This is a fact.

"I can do that. Nobody lays on the guilt like me." Grinning himself, he reaches back for a la crois resting on the table beside him and gives it a nice sip. "Anyways, I should be getting my ass in gear if I'm going to make it home before chores are finished. That'll be one angry dinner table if I don't clean, at least, one pig stale. It was good to see you though... meet you... you know what I mean."

Diana Prince has posed:
Both the bow, and the pen, are taken back and Diana once more holds them in front of her lap, she tilts her head at him again when he mentions the dinner table. Not one to pry, she just nods quietly two times to him. "Well, let the family know that Wonder Woman says 'Hi' and that they are invited to the Embassy for dinner any time they would like." She states, going out on a limb a bit there, but willing to take that risk since it helps her get a little more information on the mysterious man.

"Or for poker night." She jokes with another large grin.

The Princess then starts to turn back toward the stairs, as she pauses to offer him a little wave. "Thanks for the shoot around too, I'll tell people that you won." She says in a calming, happy, tone of her voice. With that said, the Princess holds the bow in her left hand as she walks back toward the steps and the patio, and the glass doors beyond, the sound of Jarvis' voice welcoming her back when she passes through them back in to the interior of the mansion within.