15452/Real Talk

Real Talk
Date of Scene:	24 July 2023
Location:	Clint's Room - Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Clea and Clint talk about their past, future, and relationship.
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Clea

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Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint, he hadn't done much to the place. Currently he was enjoying a brewskie, sitting in an old recliner he had put in here. TV on, rain pouring against the large windows looking out over the property. It was a really crummy day. To crummy to go out to Gilbert's... certainly too crummy to go to the park or walk to Bailey's and sling a few pinball games.

    So here he was. His door wasn't locked. Anyone really had access but most people rarely came to see him. He wasn't an artist. Didn't have hobbies outside his bowman-ship. Perhaps a bit too basic.

Clea has posed:
Clea wasn't going outside, but it wasn't because she didn't love the rain, she was just feeling like being a home body. That meant it was time to go bother Clint! Or well, she could have went and bothered Bruce but...she wasn't sure Doctor Banner might like her crashing research.

There is a gentle knock at Clint's door before she opens it to peer in and look for the bowman. When she sees him relaxing there is a soft smile and she floats in, "Mind some company?" she asks him curiously as she closes the door.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint looks up as Clea's head pops in through the door way after in opens and she knocks. He sits up a bit, moving to stand. "Oh hey... no, not at all. Come on in... Sorry the place is such a mess." It really wasn't. There was some cloths on the floor and the like. Maybe the trash was starting to get a bit full. "You want a be-" Then he remember, "Right, you can't feel it. Want a soda or juice or something?" He offers, moving over to the kitchenette just in-case she wants something. "Snack? I got chips... some sweet treats that at horrible for you but really really good... uh." He scratches the back of his head, beer still in one hand.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a soft smile as she watches him and she moves in a bit more so that she isn't in his way. "Your room is fine." she tells him in a reassuring tone. "I'll take a water if you have one? And I can always be persuaded with sweet treats." she grins to that.

There is a look over him and then up to his eyes, "Do you want to talk about things?" she asks him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint gives a smile as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. Then, as the door to the fridge closes, he migrates to a cabinet. Opening it, it takes him a moment to fish around inside before producing a clear package with two round black pastries inside. He walks over to her and offers them to her. "Swiss rolls. You'll like them. I think." He leans down and kisses her cheek before moving over to the Sofa he has near his recliner.

    "Sure. We can talk. I know things escalated quickly. I'm sorry about that. Perhaps I just know what I want now and... as I'm getting older I'm learning to go for it without any reservations."

Clea has posed:
Clea claps her hands excitedly, "I do like swiss rolls." she tells him with a bright smile. The cheek kiss makes her give him a bit of a joyful smile and then she moves to sit down by him.

"You don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, Clint." she tells him after a shake of her head. "I'm not seeing anyone." she admits. "And really, the old comment?" she asks him. "I'm over one thousand." she giggles. "I just worry is all." she admits to him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint looks at her and blinks, "Over a Thous- What?" The woman before him couldn't be more than twenty five. He takes a deep breath, having seen things far less likely he sighs and lets it go. "Well I'm not seeing anyone either... and well. I mean we had this discussion be we didn't /have/ this discussion if you know what I mean." He down tilts his chin, blue eyes looking into hers.

    Either way he wraps an around around her shoulders and pulls her in close for a nice little snuggle on the couch. "What do you worry about?" He asks, concern in his voice.

Clea has posed:
"See, I own the old jokes." Clea states with a laugh to that. She was pushing thirties in her form. Then there's a laugh at his words, "I mean, it was a good talk and all." she admits. Then she snuggles into his side when he pulls her in and there's a moment of quiet.

"I worry that my Uncle will try to hurt you if he learns of you. I worry about our line of work. Just...everything." she finally breaks the silence with that. "Do you not have enemies, Clint?" she asks him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Sure I have enemies but none that could surpass your power." Clint assures, knowing that even as a human with some extraordinary gifts, he wasn't as powerful as half of the Avenger's Roster. "You have enemies too... but I can tell you that despite what they probably could do to me, I can do my best to overcome." He offers. "I know you're worried. If he want's to come after me, well... then that's a risk I'm willing to take. I will face it as a new challenge and overcome it like I have everything else in this life."

    He looks to her as he says this, brushing some of her white hair behind an ear. "I won't give up on you just because of people who can't stand happiness. I'm done not being happy and living for what I want and I want you."

Clea has posed:
"I mean, yes, the biggest being Dormammu." Clea nods to that. "And while I am pretty high up the power chain I do have my faults. I can't let my emotions get the better of me or I go nuclear. Just...not as greenly as Bruce does." she chuckles. "I'm more than willing to take people on. It makes sense for me to protect you." she adds. "Clint, we really don't want to discuss what Dormammu would do and will do if he got a hold of you." she tells him softly.

"Let's just agree that we know there is danger and we'll keep watch for it?" she asks him.

Then there is a happy little smile, "Alright. I won't give up on things." she tells him. "Think we should keep it quiet for a few months. Make sure the team isn't going to be like...'Well, five bucks on Clea tossing him out a window?'." she muses to that.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "You probably will toss me out a window at some point." Clint manages to crack a joke, "If you still want to keep in on the down low, that's fine... but... I'm not going to promise I won't slip up and say something off hand." He was about as bad as Tony with that kind of thing. If he was Iron Man, he'd tell everyone too.

    "You forget, Loki had me under his control and you all brought me back so I'm totally confident you can get me out of what ever /that/ situation might be." In reference to her Uncle. "Besides, he probably thinks me so low tier he'd send some pleb I could dispatch after-me and then he'd just be embarrassed." He winks to her and sticks out his tongue before pressing a quick kiss to her lips with a laugh.

Clea has posed:
"I mean, if I do it'll be because it'll save you from something and I'll cushion the landing." Clea muses to that. "I don't mind if you tell people. I'm just not really wanting it to be in the tabloids. Because people love all that brain dead drivel." she sighs to that. "I think Tony's at least settled down on things." she grins to him.

"Oh...did he do that?" she asks him. "I wasn't on the Avenger's until a few years after that. I..." she frowns. "Loki's been wanting to join up." she points out. "I mean, most of the people he can send will just try to make me suffer. Like the guy we went to London after." she tells him. The raspberry and the kiss make her chuckle softly, "You're going to be trouble, Clint Barton." she tells him softly.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "I'm always trouble." Clint offers just as soft, kissing her again.

    Those brows narrow in confusion, "Loki want's to join the Avangers. I mean, if Thor is alright with it. I know most of all that was some weird family drama and daddy issues. Okay, maybe I'm over simplifying it." He shrugs, "But still. I'll do whatever to fight for you." He can't help but play with her hair some and look into her eyes. "Anyways. I'll do my best to keep it out of the tabloids. Don't need Lois Lane up our rears, that's for sure."

Clea has posed:
"I can imagine that you are." Clea tells him with an all too amused look. "Oh, I'm not sure how the talks went. I think it was more an ally than actual member. He put up a magical tiki bar in the backyard for a bit. I had a fun time trying to keep the coconuts from drowning themselves." she chuckles. Magicians! They were weird. "I mean, I have definite family issues, but...not going to involve you guys." she states.

"I don't think Lois would be the bad one." she muses. "But...thank you for taking worries into consideration." she tells him. "Have you had dinner?" she asks him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Listen, I will get all sorts involved in your family issues... because I want to be with you and that's how that kind of thing goes." Clint says with a smirk, "I also got my own... I mean, my brother is missing. I have Ten Million of his dirty money I'm sitting on. Not sure if he's alive or not. No move have been made on it it. There's some drama there at the very least."

    He shakes his head, "No, no dinner yet. Were you thinking of something?" He asks.

Clea has posed:
Clea shakes her head at him, "Nope. You can't even get to the Dark Dimension so...ha." she points out. Neener! "He's just...missing? How long ago did you last see him?" she asks him curious. "Excuse me did you say ten million in dirty money? You can build a school for that kind of money." she chuckles.

"I was thinking about going to the diner down the street and getting something. Not anything real fancy." she explains.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Yeah yeah yeah, tease me all you want about your magic and dimension hopping but just remember, sometimes us normal folk can surprise even you." Clint warns, winking and stealing yet another kiss from the white hair sorceress.

    "Yeah... I thought about giving it away or doing something like that with it. He's been gone over ten years but... I still feel he's around. It's what I was doing while I was away. Some people got in touch with me. Turned out to be a bunch of nothing but there's still some oddities with it."

    At the discussion of food, Clint perks up. "Well let me get my umbrella and we can go get something okay?" He kisses the top of her head before rising from the couch to find his umbrella.

Clea has posed:
Clea's face goes a little stern when he talks on possibly surprising her, "Sadly my dimension is just a bit torn up right now with Dormammu and other things. Someday I might take you." she tells him. But not today! "You're going to turn my hair white." she jokes to him.

"Do you want me to try to look for him, Clint?" she offers.

She then smiles up at him as he goes to get the umbrella, "We can talk about it at dinner." she states as she rises to go get her shoes and things.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Well, maybe we can look together." Clint says as find the umbrella, "Like maybe we can put your dimension back to normal together." He gives a shrug and moves over to take her hand as she grabs her shoes. "Yeah... let's talk about it over dinner." He opens the door for her and they take off to do what they say they would.