1864/A Corny Carnie At Coney

A Corny Carnie At Coney
Date of Scene:	27 May 2020
Location:	Lafayette's Beau Cherie
Synopsis:	Clint pays respects to his brother at a memorial at Coney Island of the tidal wave, and he and Wanda talk about his disappearance.
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff

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Clint Barton has posed:
Clint had a complicated history when it came to Coney Island. On one hand it was the sort of fun he grew up with, carnivals, rides, circus folk, on the other it was the place he lost his brother during the tidal wave. Still, it was a great May day out and now that the long weekend was over the crowds had cleared out some, so it was a nice day to spend at the park, even if it could bring back some painful memories some ten years later.

Clint had taken them to the memorial first, a little stone pillar tucked away so as not to remind fun seekers of the area's tragic past, leaving as he did one of the arcade tokens as a memorial for his brother. Explaining to Wanda what happened, how the tidal wave had hit when the Carnival had been set up here, and how his brother had gone missing and was presumed dead. He even shared his theory that Barney, his brother, was out there somewhere.

After that, the mood shifted and Clint let himself have a good time as the Avenging couple took in all the fun Coney Island had to offer, until the sun was beginning to set, stomachs rumbling, despite the carnival food they had earlier, Clint pulls open the doors to Lafayette's Beau Cherie, letting Wanda lead the way. "This place is fun, even if it's about as Cajun as I am," says the man from Iowa.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff stood gazing at the memorial, her hand resting lightly on Clint's lower back that he feel her there. The woman's green eyes were focused on him, listening to Clint tell how things unfolded that tragic day. At the end she moves just a bit nearer, slipping her arm about his waist and resting lightly against his side. "I hope that he is," she tells Clint softly of his hopes his brother might still be out there.

The amusement park after was perfect for lifting spirits. Wanda enjoys each of the rides with the joy of a child who never got to experience such things, tempered by an adults calmness. Each ride leaves her with a warm smile and a good mood, until it's time to eat. "Mmm, I just realized I don't know what kind of ethnicity you have in you," Wanda says as she walks along with Clint into the cajun-themed restaurant. "Where did the Barton's come from originally anyway?" she asks.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint had been grateful for Wanda's support at the memorial and for her company and enthusiasm as they rode the rides and feasted on cotton candy and mini donuts. As they reach they step into the air conditioned interior of the restaurant, he smiles, "American?" he offers with false ignorance, before asking the hostess for a table for two, before he gives the real answer. "Looked it up one time. Barton's English, means Barley Town, so guess we were farmers back in the day. Mom's people were O'Dwyers, so I'm part Irish too."

They get seated by a window, with a nice view of the Cyclone rattling away on its track of wood and steel. "As far as I know we've mostly lived in Iowa since there was an Iowa. Never really amounted to much there or anything but we were around."

He looks to Wanda then as the hostess goes to get them water. "What about you? I know you were raised Romani, but your parents, what are they?" Well fair enough he knew a bit about Magneto from his file but not her mother.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda takes her seat next to Clint, glancing out the window as the roller coaster goes racing past, some of the people raising their arms in the other, others yelling. Or screaming. Thankfully behind the glass it's just a dull murmur that can be heard. Wanda rests an elbow on the table and her chin on her hand as she regards Clint. "Barley Town? That sounds like a real drinking sort of place," she says with mock solemnness betrayed by the twinkle of her eyes.

She lets her hand drop from where it's holding up her chin as he turns the question around on her. "Well, that is a good question. I know our father was from Germany. And was in the concentration camps," Wanda says. "He doesn't like to speak in much detail about those days, beyond the cautionary tale of it."

Wanda hesitates a moment in thought. "And we only had a short time with him, a few years, before we left the Brotherhood, to learn things. In truth I tend to think of myself as Transian, and Romani, even if I'm not by blood ancestry," she tells Clint. "I'm still not really sure what transpired, with us being born on Wundragore, a mountain in Transia. Or given to the Maximoff's to raise."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint reaches a hand over to Wanda. "Sorry you didn't get to find out before he was gone," he says. "Maybe your sister knows, I mean sure she's younger but she was with your father longer right?" he asks.

Then there's a shake of his head. "Anyhow, I get feeling closer to them than your blood parents, I know I feel closer to the Avengers than I did my mom and dad."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda nods slowly. "She probably knows father a little better than we do. Though I don't think she knows too much about our mother," Wanda says. "That whole history... well, I think I probably spare everyone by not asking too much," she says. "I know it wasn't happy events that transpired to bring us there."

Wanda looks up as the waitress comes over and asks if they'd like a drink. "Oh. Wine maybe? Unless you're in a beer mood, Clint? I feel like a slut buzz would be appropriate for the park," she says with a small grin, reaching across the table to hold Clint's hand softly. "And want to order something for us both. I do not know Cajun cuisine as well."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint gives Wanda a nod. "Makes sense," he says as their waters arrive, and Clint takes a look at the plastic coated menus to see what looks good. "No sense poking that bear if there's no need."

As for drinks, "Beer for me," he says before checking the menu again. "How about the andouille sausage jambalaya with shrimp?" Clint asks as with a glance to Wanda as he takes her hand.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The auburn-haired woman smiles across the table to Clint as he makes the suggestion. "That... sounds... delicious," she tells him, lips pulling into a smile after her slow verbal delivery. "They have such delicious spices," Wanda says thoughtfully. "If I had more time to spend on cooking, that is something I might like to learn how to cook," she says.

Wanda gazes across the table at Clint. "Though the takeout works just as well, doesn't it?" she says with a faint grin. "Or... the chefs at the mansion. I don't know how I don't put on weight there," she says. Leaving out the whole training with Clint and Steve Rogers is like having a spinning class going on around you 24/7 in terms of activity level.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint nods, "Yeah, I love andouille sausage, just the right amount of spice," he says, letting out his inner foodie. "And never tried jambalaya but I can make a decent gumbo, I'll bring my crock pot over and make some for you if you don't mind being tortured by the smell all day while it cooks, that's the only danger," he warns. "Maybe you should just teleport us to my place to set it up, then teleport us back when it's ready, that way no torture." Not that the plan would work, there needs to be stirring, tasting and adding spices along the way.

"True, but we do alright with cooking too," Okay, Clint does alright. On the quiet nights he likes to go down and make his own stuff or join in with the mansion chefs prepping things, just for something to do. "And we Avenge for a living, that's like a free gym membership," he grins. "You've been doing well with that by the way, the time in the gym, don't think I haven't noticed how well you're keeping up." Not that she was a slouch before or anything.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Or make it in your room and eat it in mine. Or vice versa," Wanda suggests, nodding otherwise about Clint's suggestion of him cooking. "We do, at that," she agrees about their cooking. She's not averse to making something in her room, it being a rather calming thing for Wanda. Whether cooking, or making potions.

Wanda's face lights up a bit at the compliment from Clint. "Thank you. It took me a little while to come around to the thought I should learn more than, you know," she says, wiggling her fingers in a witchy way. "But it definitely does have its uses and has saved me on any number of occasions."

Wanda leans back in her chair and watches another roller coaster go by. "This was a good idea. "I needed some time away, I think."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint tilts his head considering that, "Yeah, that'd work," he grins. "And no I don't really mind the smell either, we could go all out and bring my breadmaker too, make ourselves insanely hungry by supper time," he offers with a grin.

He nods, "Always good to have a back up plan," he agrees. "Even if the," he wiggles his fingers. "Is pretty badass. Always be prepared to be without it at the worst possible moment," he grimaces good naturedly. "And now that I'm done sounding like Cap," he reaches over to squeeze her hand. "I'm glad it's helped keep you safe, you're important to me."

As for the day in the park, Clint grins warmly across the table. "Glad it helped, I needed a day away too, hope the whole memorial thing didn't bring the mood down too much."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The look of warmth and satisfaction on Wanda face carries her thoughts before any words are said. "You're important to me as well, Clint," she tells him. "My life would be far without you. And the team... would probably implode I should think," she says with a small grin.

"If Pietro didn't have you to annoy? I'm sure Bruce would have brought the mansion down by now. Not to mention roping Thor in when needed and making sure we don't lose Cap to SHIELD fulltime.

She brushes her hand gently across his where she's reaching across the table. "No, it didn't bring the mood down. I know how much he means to you. Family... well, you know what it means to me. Even with as bizarre as my family situation is. I hope he's out there," she says, but holds back if she thinks there's much chance of that after all this time.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint laughs as their drinks arrive, taking a sip from his beer before saying, "I wouldn't go so far as to say the team would implode. I'll take the bit about Pietro though," he grins. He takes a second sip before setting down the bottle and taking Wanda's hand, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the waitress has moved on.

"I believe he is, ran into some leads after New York, ran them down but I did find some documents with his name on them on the border with Mexico, but after that the trail went dry." Documents and access to a whole bunch of money. "Still looking though, under the table anyhow. I am not sure he's working on our side of the law." He says of his brother.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's face turns more concerned than troubled, as if mainly worried about the impact on Clint. "Do you think he might have used it as a chance to... disappear and get away from his past?" she asks quietly. "If there's anything I can do to help you know I would. Though this is probably more your kind of area tracking someone down than mine, after all this time," she says.

Wanda takes a drink, slowly setting it down. "I know the lengths I would go to for Pietro. So, whatever you need from me. If you need to make a trip down there to look into matters I'll come along if you'd like," she offers. She glances back outside at the amusement park. "So before we go you'll have to explain to me how some of the carnival games work. What they do to keep you from winning, I mean. Some of it I can tell just from the odds."

Clint Barton has posed:
"Possibly," Clint says, "I looked for him for weeks when it happened, nobody ever found his body, and then five years later they declared him dead," he says. "If he was out there and didn't want to be found it would make sense." He smiles with gratitude at the offer of help. "Thanks, if I get any fresh leads, I'd like that, maybe together we can find him. If he's doing dirt, or if he doesn't want to talk to me that's fine, but I just want to see him y'know? Know he's alive."

Then brightening as the topic turns to games Clint says, "I'll do better than that, I'll show you how to win," he promises with a grin.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda smiles across the table. "I'm quite at tilting odds in my favor, but yes, I expect there's more to it with these," she says to Clint. And then their food is arriving. The choice from the menu was well-made the dish spiced quiet to the preferences of the couple who have so far shown reasonably similar tastes.

After the delicious meal, and a few more alcoholic beverages, the pair make their way outside and follow the organ sounds that are the traditional music of the carnival games. Bells and ringing and other sounds that are associated with winning try to lure them in as Wanda walks with her hands around Clint's arm, letting him lead the way and explain the gimmicks that make each game difficult.