9021/Long Time No See

Long Time No See
Date of Scene:	09 December 2021
Location:	Cedar HIll
Synopsis:	Alexander Aaron and Clint Barton reunite and do some catching up.
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Clint Barton

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
    It had been a year and some change since the two had last spoken. There had been a small message about a departure with his father, how Alexander and Ares would not be around for a bit of time. But word was scarce, detail even moreso. Though with a busy life like he had it was doubtful it preyed on Clint's mind.
    But then a text message came through from an old contact, just a quick message that would flicker to life on whatever cellphone was at hand for those concerned and it said simply, << Hey, got back into town. Things were weird. But now they're cool. What'd I miss? >>
    Which might well lead to a few more messages back and forth, but one thing it would for sure end on is a time and place when the two men could meet back up. Some time when it was convenient and ideally not around SHIELD types, or capes. Since yeah, those people are weird.
    Though now here he was, settled on a park bench on the edge of one of the many dog parks that line the road leading toward Central Park. A decent enough place to stop, not too far off from the mansion, and with the trees it offered a break from the biting Winter wind. So Alexander sat there... and waited.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint was just enjoying the day.

He was walking Lucky, since Kate seemed a little on the busy side to do him the solid. He was dressed decently. He probably has arrows on him somewhere, or a handgun, maybe his bow. But he wore a simple cargo jacket and a simple pair of jeans. as he walked. Though his phone buzzed, and Clint was prepared to accept a text from Nick Fury. What he was -not- expecting was a text from the Son of War.

<<Hey kid. You didn't miss much, maybe an attack or two.>>

Clint smirked amusedly, though as he approached, he sent a few more messages, indicating a location to meet. A dog park was the perfect place, and so Clint kept Lucky closeby, but he noticed Alex and walked with careful steps. Never know how much time can change somebody.

"Hey Alex."

Clint's voice was calm, but no less friendly.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Mr. Barton," Alexander offers the greeting with an easy smile, getting to his feet to offer his hand to the man. The whole 'Mr.' thing was drilled into his head at a young age, and no matter how many times Clint tried to dissuade him he'd eventually default to that term of address sometime somehow.
    The handshake would be firm, but not aggressive, just short and sharp and business-like with three pumps then a step back, his hands slipping into the depths of his black wool pea coat.
    It had been a good bit of time, and it was definitely Alex. But he did seem a little older. A couple inches taller. Perhaps a little broader in the shoulders. But what most likely stands out is /beard/, or a small well-trimmed type beard that wasn't entirely hipster, more easy-going California dudeish beard.
    "Got back into town last week, been trying to touch base with everyone. How's it been?"

Clint Barton has posed:
"Alex, for the 500th time, you can just call me Clint. I'm not May or Bobbi." Clint attempts once again, with suspected failure, to shake Alexander of this habit. But, well, some things never work out no matter how much you like it, and Clint is...well, -very- aware of who Alex's father is. Militaristic discipline was expected of the young Alexander, and Clint highly doubts he will have authority enough to shake the younger man of that instinct.

A firm handshake, Clint gets a better look at Alex. "You're looking good, man. I'm gonna miss the baby face, but it works for you." Clint compliments. "Been practicing your archery?" Clint questions as he looks the young man up and down, he ewas really growing up!

"Where did you even go? It's been alright with me. Another day, another mission. You know the works."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The smile broadens subtly, then he murmurs, "Clint." As if trying to get it to stick this time, but likely... it won't. Though he'll try.
    "Yeah..." He murmurs in reply to the comment about the beardo, he lifts a hand to scritch at it and murmurs, "I kinda like it, but the jury is still out." That said he shifts his weight to the other shoe and lifts his eyebrows at the question about archery.
    "Yeah, actually," He gestures with one hand over his shoulder as if pointing in the direction of the place he went, though assuredly no such place is in sight. "We wandered to Greece, saw the family." His terms fairly neutral and could be referring to anyone else, and not necessarily the Olympians. "They had..."
    He scrunches up one eye and looks to the side, then slides a hand from his pocket to uncurl it to the side, "A sort of competition, impromptu at first, then it got all serious. Took a while, and actually had to do some survival in the wild. Hunting. So. Yeah. Archery."
    His half-grin lifts a little

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint smiles, as if to say 'finally kid, you're starting to get the hang of this.' Though he shrugs a little bit. "Now you're kinda learning. Just 'Clint' alright? Mr. Barton sounds like you're trying to talk to my dad, which makes me feel kinda awkward." He smirks at him ever so slightly, and Lucky even barks a little bit as if to enunciate thematter, the dog forever at a wink because of a lost eye.

Clint's eyes shift to the beard and he smirks a little bit. "Really? and did you hit the bullseyes? Shoot like I told you to?" Granted, Clint has something called an innate talent for 9.999999 times out of 10.00 never missing, regardless of what's in his hands. "How's the family? A competition?"

He runs a hand through his hair. "Like, Robin Hood style?" He chuckles a little bit. "Archery." He confirms.

"Well, I hope you told the family I said hi. You were missed here, you know. Your school even called me up for some reason asking me where you had gone off to."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The Olympian lowers his head to hide that grin a little and then leans over to give Lucky a small ruffle before he looks back up toward the Avenger. He bobs his head a few time, "I'll try to keep it in mind, sir."
    A final pat on the pup's head then he regains his feet, "I hit what I was aiming at mostly. Tried to emulate as I could." Which might be a polite way to say that he did and he didn't. He slips his hands back into the pockets of his coat, cocking his head to the side slightly. "As for the family they're..."
    For a brief moment Alexander looks past Clint, to some space over the man's shoulder before his pale hazel eyes slide back. "Still kinda jerks. And yeah, more a grand competition. Like the Olympics but more for the younger generation."
    He straightens up, but it's when Barton mentions the school that his attention fully focuses, "Yeah? They called? What'd they want?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Lucky seems to appreciate being the bestest boi around, giving little happy pants and looking rather pleased at the attention he's being given. Clint seems to appreciate the affection given to his dog, and he gives a bit of a chuckle. "Mostly? You're the son of a deity, someone who I would like to call my protege, and you still can't hit the bullseye just right?" He teases Alex a little bit, knowing the kid is still growing up. "Give it some time. Sometimes, it's all about the 'feel' of the shot."

He nods ever so slightly, though his eyes briefly look over his shoulder as if to try and track what Alex may or may not have been looking at. His attention quickly resumes towards Alex as he mentions that his family is still jerks, but it is what it is. "Heh. Honestly, you can't choose your family. I know the feeling well." Clint grew up in an abusive household. Part of the reason why he's mostly deaf.

"Just checking to make sure you were actually coming back. I guess your dad gave them vague answers."