15757/What Day Is It

What Day Is It
Date of Scene:	30 August 2023
Location:	Private Sanctum
Synopsis:	Clea returns home from the Dark Dimension and Clint's caught drinking out of the milk carton.
Cast of Characters:	Clea, Clint Barton

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Clea has posed:
It. Is. Wednesday.

That means the week is almost over and the weekend can roll in. A long one at that given it's a holiday. Clea however doesn't realize most holidays...nor time really. The white haired woman had been dealing with sending Jack the Ripper back to the Dark Dimension and sending a message to her Uncle to quit sending people after her.

"Clint, you home?" she asks as she enters through the doors. She wasn't sure if he was, but she was hoping. She settles her jacket and bag down where the appointed place is for it and then slips out of her shoes. No more running around for the night.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint had his own things to deal with. More on the angle of training some new SHIELD recruits instead of sending Jack the Ripper back to where he belonged like the Dark Queen herself. That was okay. He wasn't flashy, especially not as he was already dressed down for the evening. Pajama pants, tank top.

    Clea had entered just as he was about to take a swig from the carton of milk. You know, the kind of thing you do when no-one is around because you're too lazy to just pour a glass knowing the milk would just go to waste anyways.

    Yeah she caught him red handed.

    "Oh, hey Babe..." Clint said with a nervous laugh as he screwed the cap back on the milk and swallowed what little bit he was able to gulp down. "Yes. Here I am." It didn't help the fridge door was wide open, convenient for him to put the milk away, but who knew how long he'd left it open perusing the various food stuffs inside before settling on the milk.

    Closing the door, he moved out of the kitchen and over to greet his partner. "Welcome home. How was your travels." A chaste peck to greet her back home.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a quirk of an eyebrow when she catches Clint drinking milk out of the carton. "I believe I've heard that drinking from the carton is something you aren't supposed to do here on Earth." she muses to him. She doesn't give him any guff over it. "Sorry there aren't any cookies or anything to go with it. Forgot those on the grocery list last I ordered." she states with a soft sigh.

She reaches out when he approaches and hugs him a bit tighter than she might usually, "I'm happy to be home and It went smoothly, hopefully Jack won't be back to bother me...or killing anyone else because of me." she frowns at that. "Did you get into any trouble while I was gone?" she teases him gently after she returns the kiss to his cheek.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Oh that... yeah... sorry. I live alone for a long time. Still getting used to it." Clint offers as an excuse, a pretty good one at that. He was a Bachelor for quite some time. He regards her curiously at the talk about Cookies. "Mmmm, that would be good. Chocolate Chip, OR Chocolate with Macadamia. Or Both, soft. Not a big fan of the hard crunchy ones." He scrunches his nose in disapproval as he mentions the crunchy cookies.

    As she embraces him tightly, he returns that tightness, noticing her arms around him a bit more taught that usual. As she looks up at him after returning his kiss, his blue eyes look into hers. A nod. He keeps his arms around her for the time being. "Trouble? Me, Nah."

    There's a pause, "Okay maybe a little. Took a few rookies at SHIELD on a few little runs. More of a baby sitting job than anything. You know how it goes." A chuckle.

Clea has posed:
"I wasn't chidding you over it. I don't really seem to be up to all of the dos and do nots of living together." Clea tells him with a soft smile. "Still a bit of a learning experience really." she adds. "I'll note the preference for cookies when I order next. Or I can see about baking. I'm eighty five percent sure I won't burn the building down." she grins at that.

There is a chuckle, "Oh of course not." she muses to that. "I'm glad that you are training SHIELD agents. Seems like something that they will benefit from." she states.

"Have you had dinner yet or were you going to live off snacks?" she teases him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "It's okay. I'm learning too I think." Clint responds, mostly true of course. Intrusive thoughts and old habit were a pain. A nod to her affirmation about it being a learning experience. His brows widen at the thought of her baking. "I can confirm there is no better spell in the whole world better than fresh backed cookies." He leans forwards and rubs his nose against her, "Especially made by ones partner."

    He shakes his head and chuckles at the question about him eating dinner. "Nope. Haven't yet. Figured we could get some delivery from the Italian place down the street and then settle in for a cozy night, yeah?"

Clea has posed:
Clea smiled at him, "I think we're doing fine so far, Clint." she tells him. Then there's a laugh, "I'll have to look into some cooking and baking books then. I am great at magic, not so much mundane things." she admits. It was part of the problem of being from a different dimension.

"I think that sounds like a very good idea. Should I order or did you want to? Probably pop in a movie as well." she smiles to that.