4490/Studying For Success

Studying For Success
Date of Scene:	25 December 2020
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Study
Synopsis:	Clint and Wanda plan a date.
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff

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Clint Barton has posed:
So, Clint had just gotten back from practice shooting again. He doesn't have his quiver or his bow with him though, instead just looking like he got out of the showers. In the study, he picks up a book and starts to read, namely he seems to be reading Dante's Inferno, the Divine Comedy.

He still has his towel around his neck with a black shirt, black tactical pants, and combat boots. For the moment, he's alone and seemingly enjoying time to himself, though he realizes that he wasn't around when Wanda woke up, but he probably left a note.

Or at least he thinks he left a note.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
It's not that Wanda keeps tabs on Clint; she's used to waking up alone with a note. After all, when duty calls, it's understood. It's the life chosen, and neither of them could be happy any other way. Maybe. At least Wanda is content with her life now, settled as much as a gypsy can be in one place. One day, perhaps, the desire for travel will hit, but that moment is not now.

Wanda is dressed casually, and mostly unlike her, that is, in dark cargo pants, a long-sleeved green shirt, and her hair is tied back in a loose braid. She does have her makeup on, however, green eyes shadowed by dark liner to accentuate. As she passes the study in a path to elsewhere, there's an urge to peek inside, and peek she does.

There, she sees a familiar form settled in a chair and, will wonders never cease, //reading//. It doesn't matter what; it could be a comic book for all she cares. He's reading.

Wanda steps to the threshold of the study, and leaning against the jamb, the fond amusement is there in the tones. "Leave me for books? That is new. Run, I understand. Shooting?" She shrugs lightly, "Not so much. You do not miss."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint turns his head sharply at Wanda when she makes her presence known, and notices that she's dressed in a way that isn't really like her. Hek nows she usually prefers blacks and reds, as her name might suggest, but she seems more like a normal person today. Of course, regardless of what she's wearing, she's still the most beautiful woman in the world in Clint's eyes.

He stands up from his chair, showing her the book. "Dante." he tells her, before he puts the book down. "I just realized I'm never really in here, so I was investigating it a little bit. How'd you sleep? Well I hope?" He leans in, intending to greet her with a kiss. "I did miss you. I wanted to get a good workout in, since I probably won't be able to this afternoon, since...well, I was hoping you'd say yes to me taking you out for dinner?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
She does look strange dressed as she is; not quite right even if any imbalance isn't showing on her face. She //seems// normal. As normal as she can be, anyway, on any given day.

Brows rise when Clint announces the author, and in a first mock horror that settles to theatric disbelief, she takes a step in to meet him half way for the kiss. Wanda's got a fond, half-smile playing on her face when she continues, "Who are you and what have you done with my Clint?" She knows he's rarely in the study; it's just not a place where he'd find himself willingly for no other reason as, well.. time and inclination?

She moves a half-step in to wrap her arms around the archer's neck, her head tilting to take in his eyes. One of her many favorite things about him. "It has been little while since I have slept so well." To turn things around, then, Wanda asks, "Did you get good work out, then? Good enough for dinner out?" She's pleased with the dinner offer; going out socially isn't something she does often. Her last outing with Janet and Carol ended up her returning to the Mansion before she even had a bite of stuffed grape leaf.

"Do you have time? Really?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint smiles at Wanda when she threatens him with that sweet half-smile and those gorgeous lips, before they kiss and draw closer to one another, her arms around his neck, his arms closely wrapped around her waist to pull her close. His eyes don't shy from hers, they never have and never will, if Clint has his way about it.

"He was replaced with an equally handsome, slightly more educated version?" He teases her. "I mean, the title is badass, so I figured I'd give it a looksie. Too bad its literally one of the saddest books I've ever started and not finished. Like Great Expectations." Clint is just having a laugh now, surely.

"I'm glad." no doubt he may have had something to do with that, but he's genuinely hpapy that Wanda is safe and has a solid well-being. When asked about his workout, Clint nods. "Was pretty good, yeah. Gotta stay in tip top shape, or you guys will get a different archer to replace me." he smirks. "Definitely good enough for dinner out. I'm thinking Greek food?"

His face softens. "I'll always make the time for you."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Clint //may// have had a few things to do with her sleeping a little more soundly than she has recently, in his absence. Perhaps some of that imbalance and unsettledness simply stems from his not being near her? With her? After all, her bond with her brother is such that she can keenly feel his absence when he is gone from her. She doesn't have to //see// them to know they're there. It's when they are distant...

"I like my handsome, less educated archer." Her Eastern European accent sounds a lilt as she teases him affectionately. A light smirk creases her face at his characterization of the title as 'badass' before she nods. "Lost souls."

Now, though, as Clint keeps in his light mood, and he makes the barest of suggestions that they'd replace him? Wanda's brows rise and her head cants as she says softly, "There is no replacing you." It's said with such earnest that she's forgotten that it's meant to be lighthearted. "I would go too." No archer, no witch.. though, not having Wanda may help rather than hinder the Avengers, or so she believes in her more morose moments.

She brightens visibly, perking even as she glances towards the fireplace, staring at it for a long moment before refocussing on Clint. "Greek is good. Time with me?" Even better! "Perhaps I can get you to try baba ghanouj?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint actually laughs. "Me too, actually. All this book stuff is making my damn head hurt. I miss the simpler days in life where most problems are solved by talking about it...or with a well-placed arrow. Less-educated Clint is officially back in business. Though since you said so, I like my beautiful chaos sorceress. Every time I say that I feel like I'm out of a damn fantasy book." He smirks.

"there's no replacing you either." He informs her, something they've been steadfast on for so long. They're a package deal. Unlike him, Clint feels that the Avengers need Wanda, even if her sanity is something they constantly need to keep controlled. Either way, he nods.

"Baba Ghanouj? I don't think that's Greek, but I'd be willing to try it for my lady love." he smirks.

"I love you, Wanda."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda brings a hand up to lay it upon the side of Clint's jaw, resting lightly on his cheek in affection. "Well placed arrow. That is my Clint." The possessive 'my' isn't spoken as a jealously guarded lover, rather as the fond possessive of one who is known in love. She steps forward to hug him, her arms lowering to wrap about his chest, head on his heart. She chuckles, the vocalization more felt than heard. "As long as I am not evil, dressed in all black, stealing hearts and souls, I accept this fantasy book." Witches hardly fare well in such novels. The handsome hunter or knight ends up slaying them, though not before falling under their spell for a bit.

Rocking her head up, she sees more the chisled underside of his jaw than his face, but she can //feel// it. she can feel his words as they rise from his chest, and the last few?

It's been a little while since they've been together, and even longer since they've been alone. (Not including the last night) "You may one day regret that," she returns, half jokingly. "I am nothing but trouble. But, I love you too. I would move world for you." Literally. "I am proud of you.. and one day soon, I will be able to go with you to parties again." When she's feeling more stable.

"And so.. until then? We go to dinner at Greek restaurant. I think I would like lamb instead."

Clint Barton has posed:
Embracing Wanda tightly in his arms, his head over hers, but his arms wrapped around her shoulders to secure her against him, Clint smirks. "I do my best." Then of course, Wanda mentions the possibility of being evil, and so long as she's not evil, she'll accept the reference. "That's my Wanda." he says this in a possessive sense, but not in the abusively possessive, but in the 'I love you more than life' possessive that Clint has grown so comfortable to using.

"You are more than trouble. You're unique and extraordinary. I can't think of anyone else like you, Wanda. One in a billion. I'd move the world for you." Clint might not have the kind of power to actually do that, but it's the thought that counts.

"I'd like that, partying with you again. We can go out dancing maybe?" He chuckles. "But yes, Dinner at a Greek restaurant. One that sells Saganaki, great freaking Greek cheese."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Mmmm.. I definitely like my old Clint," Wanda teases, and lifting herself up onto her toes, she moves to brush a quick kiss across his lips once again. An expression of love and a promise of more to come, later. "Dinner. Partying later. We will go to places that do not know us." Which means they may have a chance at not being recognized. "Just as us. Clint and Wanda." To see how 'normal' they could be. A part of her is yearning for that, maybe? A hint of what she thinks is normalcy? Not that she's ever really experienced such a thing.

Thus, perhaps, the outfit she now wears. This is what others wear, right?

Wanda pulls away, finally, and in reaching for his hand, is happy in that contact, the entwining of fingers if he allows for it. Now, it's more thought for food and the enjoyment, deciding upon what to order, what is good to share, whaat is to be kept to themselves..

As they head through the door, Wanda's voice slowly fades from sound from the study, "What is that? I've never heard, sag--"