Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	Siberia. Time for the last checks. Though Clint has, in the meantime, been reading Lara Croft's mission reports and ready statuses. Hm....yeah, he doesn't quite enjoy what he sees. So he sends Lara a text message: 'Hey, Meet me in the basement, Rec room. We gotta talk some strategy before we head to Siberia. Full equipment check. - Clint' and now, Clint waits, even as he puts his bow on a table, and a quiver full of arrows...with another quiver right next to it. Looks like Clint is gonna double-fist it this time around.
Lara Croft	Lara has a tablet with her as she enters the rec room where Clint waits. "Agent Barton," she says with a nod. The text felt a lot more professional, so calling him Clint didn't seem appropriate. She looks over the table. Holding up her tablet, she says, "I have a list of the equipment I've got packed." She looks at him and tucks the computer under her arm again. "Was I supposed to bring my weapons to the rec room?" she asks.
Clint Barton	Clint looks at Lara as she arrives and he gives her a smile. "Good to see you, Lara. And for the love of god, just call me Clint, that's an order." Clint teases her playfully, though he seems to be a little bit serious about it. Only Fury or May really call him 'Agent Barton'. Everyone else calls him Clint, and that's usually because they're not about to chew him a fresh one. "Thanks." He accepts the list, and gives it a look over. "Nah, you're fine. This is just for me." He gestures to the arrows. "Hm...it's not much. What exactly is your plan when we get to Siberia?"
Lara Croft	Lara's expression shifts slightly, but in typical Brit fashion, she keeps a stiff upper lip about it. "Not much?" she asks. "I've got climbing gear, my bow, arrows, a sidearm, warm clothes, food, and toiletries. We're going on an archaeological dig, but in my experience, those require one to travel lightly. I can hardly run, jump, and climb effectively with a hundred kilograms of gear on my back."