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Natasha Romanova	There was the occasional social activity done at Avengers Mansion for the members. It would alterante amongst various desperate attempts. Book night, poetry readings, card games.. The latest attempt was now movie night.     Out of a plethora of selections, and at least four or five different attempts at cheating and probably one attempt at rigging a fake crisis to be able toe scape it, the movie had been selected, enough blackmail and manipulation had been done if required to gather up attendance..     And now over in the television room was playing Mel Brooks' epic.
Pepper Potts	Social 'night' at the Avengers Mansion hasn't been something regularly attended by Pepper. Book night, sometimes, poetry night? Maybe, but not cards (poker night is probably always well attended!). Movie night, definitely worth considering, particularly when she doesn't have to be the hostess. Stark Tower does have a full theatre within the building; there are very few things the tower doesn't have, but what it lacks is the decided presence of casual, dressed down Avengers. And sometimes it's nice. Pepper is seated on a couch, her clothing casual but still very chic for the night out, her strawberry blonde hair out of fetters and hanging down to her shoulders. In hand, a plastic bucket with little ridges atop, and a red logo across the side that proclaims 'popcorn' in broad strokes. Her legs are crossed, the popcorn bucket is cradled in one hand, and a manicured hand dips in to start work on the kernels long before the introduction has started. Yes, she's //that// person.
Clint Barton	Hey, it might not be the most exciting way to spend a night, and in some respects it is almost as stressful as an evening saving the world with all the gamesmanship in trying to settle on a movie that everyone will agree on -- or can at least tolerate -- but it makes for a nice change of pace in it's own way. That ain't nothing. For his part, Clint heartily approves of the evening's selection, but then anything with bows and swords comes in pretty high on his list. Add in a few good chuckles and what's not to like? So he too has already made his way to the rec room, a drink in one hand and a big bag of popcorn in the other, claiming one of the recliners for his own, perching there as he settles in for the show. He is also humming away. Yes, he's one of those. At least he hasn't started jabbering away. Give him time though.
Tony Stark	Clearly, Tony has lost some kind of bet. That, or he really, /really/ loves his Pepper. Probably the latter. So he is seated right next to Pepper, his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to hog the popcorn (because he knows what kind of danger his hand would be in if he tried to take any!) as he waits for the movie to start. "You know," he starts to say, about to volunteer how he has a theater that is far more suitable for watching movies, but then he feels Pepper's elbow in his side and instead what comes out is "This is nice. Very nice."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff is settled in over back in her seat and looking over at the screen over and goes to fold her hands. She doesn't look -bored- (she might have been the one that had the failed plan to instigate a fake emergency). As the 'leave us alone Mel Brooks' she would mutter lightly.     "If Jennifer was here hse would say this series is some sort of documentary, isn't it?" Because in their strange reality if anything could be wholly accurate and true, it would be his work, wouldn't it?     Still, the company is plesasant, and for now Tony and Clint haven't started talking yet. Well, talking excessively.     Pepper's elbow is helping!
Pepper Potts	Could always be the former for Tony as well. It is not unheard of for him to lose a bet to Pepper, though what it may be is only a secret between the pair. Pepper never talks about their personal life. Ever. So, we can go with 'really loves his Pepper'. Pepper leans every so slightly with Tony's arm around her shoulder. With Clint starting the evening off with humming, and Tony starting out with the fact that they do, indeed, have a large theatre for just such an occasion, Pepper can't reach Clint with her elbow, but Tony? Fair game. A gentle but decidedly present nudge is enough to get her message across quite clearly. Just in case, however, she does give him that positive reinforcement with a soft, "Mmmhmm," complete with the affectionate smirk. To underscore it, she does shift the popcorn so he can reach it, with a softly murmured, "Not to be used as ammunition." Though, to think of it, if a battle starts between Tony and Clint, at least she is guaranteed not to be hit in the crossfire; not with Clint's uncanny ability to NEVER miss. "It is," Pepper enthuses, "Absolutely."
Clint Barton	Is there the threat of a popcorn war? Of course there is. Put just about anything in Clint's hands and sooner or later there is the chance that he will wing it at someone. Bird's gotta fly. Fish gotta swim. But for the moment the archer is being reasonably well behaved, as far as these things go. Putting aside the humming along to the songs. Clearly he has seen the movie a time or two before. Or ten. "Well of course it is a documentary," Clint asserts with a firm nod, though his gaze remains fastened to the screen, casually grabbing a handful of popcorn out of that bag at his side, tossing it into the air blindly -- and finding his mouth each time. Naturally. "Just listen to that accent," he says, tone filled with admiration. "Way more authentic then other Robin Hoods." History might not have been his strong suit.
Tony Stark	"You realize they retrofitted the story of an avenger, so to speak, of the poor robbing from the rich into the political struggle between Richard and John a few centuries after they started tales of the Robbing Hood, right?" Tony glances over towards Clint for a moment. "And initially, he was a swordsman. They added the panache of a bow because it was a less, uh, ... " He waves his hand vaguely in the air. "Well, honestly, it was a comical weapon and they wanted to make the character appear to be funny." He flashes a grin over at Clint. "No offense, of course. These days the bow and arrow are /really/ serious weaponry, that no one would ever make a joke about." He leans over a bit, twisting to reach into the bucket on Pepper's lap, pulling out a few kernals as he stage whispers into her ear. "You think he's buying that?"
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would lean back over and rest, "So we're all admitting that ti's the perfect role for Carey Euewes?" SHe would glance over at Clint and then wait for TOny to be the latest target over in the open popcorn war conflict expanding it's targets of aggression. "I wasn't aware that you paid attention over in the changing literary themes and iversions of classic folk stories. You're expanding your range."
Pepper Potts	Pepper turns her head so she's looking right at Tony as he makes the playful dig at Clint. Brows rise and she slowly pulls the bucket of popcorn back closer to 'her side' before answering his question quietly with a brief headshake, "No." It is Natasha's observation, however, that brings Pepper's attention around, and her smile brightens in prelude to her response, "It absolutely is. Unless, of course, we throw 'The Princess Bride' into the mix." There is perhaps a //little// bit of attraction there, just in the mention of the actor's name. "Come to think of it, pretty much anything he's in, I'll definitely watch." There's a pause before her voice lowers to a considering murmur, "Wonder if there are any other movies he's done recently..." because this girl? //This// girl can go to openings! There is that grin to Clint's words and she nods her agreement, "The accent. Though if you start it, I think you'll have everyone throwing things at you." Including herself... and the popcorn?
Clint Barton	"Oh, he's definitely right for the part," Clint agrees with a nod, still munching away on that popcorn. "But yeah, the Dread Pirate Roberts is probably a hair better. It wouldn't be close if he used a bow instead of a sword though," he asserts. Not that he's biased or anything of course. Well, not much. "Sounds like French propaganda to me," the archer asserts. "The English are awfully proud of their longbows." Has Clint delved into the origins of the folk tales leading to the creation of the Robin Hood mythos? It seems rather... unlikely. Even as a fan. But he's occasionally full of surprises. What's probably not a surprise? The fact that a piece of popcorn is casually laid on the arm rest of his chair before he flicks it in Tony's direction. Opening salvo launched.
Tony Stark	"Oh, to be certain. The accent is right, he has that certain swashbucklery charm..." Tony considers for a moment before lolling his head to the side to look at Pepper. "Are you suggesting that if they ever made a movie of my life, he should play me? If that's the case, who should be play you?" Tony leans back a bit more, studying Pepper, narrowing his eyes, as if searching in his mind. "I mean, a much younger Michelle Pfeffier, maybe, but I'm not sure anyone out there today really could capture your essence." He nods towards Clint. "I could see Kevin Bacon pulling off Clint." Then he falls back, peering over at Natasha. Her, he studies for a bit longer. "I tell you, you're a tough one. I'm thinking, I dunno, can that Katy Perry singer act at all? Because you know how much we'd need you to sing." Does Tony notice the kernal of popcorn aimed at him? No, no he does not. It lands in his lap, and he casually picks it up and pops it in his mouth. "I mean, it all works, right?"
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would lean back over and move to fold her hands together and glance over at Tony, "As far as I'm concerned I won't ever be in one." her tone is flat and it's really hard to tell if she's going along with the spirit of the comments or she's being totally sincere. As with everything, her phrasing and tone of voice allows for both ways. THen shrugging, "I suppose it is an American passtime to presume who would be yourself in any sort of thing appealing to popular film."
Pepper Potts	Pepper's watching the gears as they turn in her genius' head rather than the movie as he considers casting. As it pulls at him a little more, and Michelle Pfeiffer is brought forth, brows rise once again. "Me." Absolutely she'll happily work opposite Cary Elwes. Without hesitation. Turning her head, and shifting a little in her seat, Pepper tucks herself a little more under his arm that he keeps up and behind her, across the back of the chair. The popcorn is once again shared, and her head leans ever so slightly. "Hmmm.." the thought of who would play Clint? Or even Natasha? "I don't know," Pepper begins again. "Clint and Natasha are hard. I have to admit, the thought of Cary is simply because it was there, he was there.." She's not even sure he'd do justice to Tony. Her Tony. After all, there aren't many people who know the //real// Tony Stark. "So, I think maybe--" The popcorn shot by Clint wings its way at Tony, hitting its target, cutting off her last few words. First shot across the bow?
Clint Barton	"Kevin Bacon is a national treasure," the archer says without hesitation. Though he doesn't quite seem to go so far as endorsing him as the perfect played by in any forthcoming 'Avengers: The Musical' production that may or may not be percolating in some mad writers brain. Clint does glance away from the screen -- briefly -- to nod Natasha's way. Chances are he would just as rather not find himself protrayed on the big screen, small screen, stage or anywhere else for that matter. There's plenty in his life he would just as well not have out there for public consumption. But one doesn't always get what one wants. "Public figure," he says simply. "Chances are you won't have a choice at some point," he says drily. "There's worse games to play. It's not likely that any casting director will take your preferences into consideration anyway," he notes. For her part Pepper gets a nod too, though his attention is already swinging back to the movie. "We're inscrutable. No one can properly capture our mystique."
Tony Stark	"I know, right?" asks Tony, nodding along with Clint. "I'm telling you, that's as much a compliment as..." He gets side tracked by Pepper insisting she play herself. "What, you want to kiss that guy?" he asks, nodding towards the screen. "I mean, I can make it happen, if you want." He cocks a grin. "Or not even that, I'll give you a pass. Hall pass to make out with him, you just give me one in return." He glances over at Nat and shakes his head. "You know, sometimes you are no fun, Romanoff." He resists the urge to fling popcorn at her. He has made it clear that he will not be the aggressor in any of those wars. Which brings him back to... "Clint, I think you fail to realize the sheer epic power of one Val Kilmer." He waggles his fingers at Clint for a moment. "I think if anyone could capture me in all my glory, it is that mid-1980s Val Kilmer, with a hair dye job of course. But I mean, he pretty much already played me, right?" He looks between all three. "I mean, am I right?" He picks up one kernel of popcorn and looks back at Clint. "Don't think I didn't see what you did there before." He pops the kernal in his mouth. "Don't do it again. You won't like it."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would lean back, "Well, then if they do pursue such a thing, then they'll know the consequences." Natasha's a spy. And ex Soviet. It will be very, very simple to make the consequences known! And thus she'll be replaed by someone else over in the historical narrative. Like Zinda Blake. She's easier on the eyes adn not as likely to go to throw someone off the side of a building and test a bungee cord. Probably. "What would you be then? Old Man Stark? Working over in an abandoned coal mine trying to make a steam powered suit over with a pump used to get the water out of the mine?"
Pepper Potts	At the merest suggestion of a 'hall pass', Pepper turns her head slowly to look at Tony again, her head cocking. It's not what she says, because she says //nothing//. It is the //look// that she gives before she turns away again. The movie is now pretty much all but ignored, and she exhales before leaning forward to put the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before her, them. Movie night with the Avengers! Who'd have thunk it? "I'm sure they'd take the person being portrayed's suggestions into consideration. After all, they almost have to have the goodwill of the subject. At least the goodwill of the Avengers." After all, they're still more 'sweetheart' than not in terms of public perception.
Clint Barton	It is not inconceivable that Clint is a little more skeptical of Hollywood then might be entirely merited. Then again, perhaps not. Though again, the in's and out's of the movie star set is not exactly something he pays a great deal of attention to. "Maybe," he allows, another handful of popcorn disappearing into his mouth as he begins to hum along to the little musical number playing out on the screen. "~We're men -- manly men! -- we're men in tights...~" The archer definitely won't be playing himself in any musical version of his life, that much is certain. Fortunately he has a day job he is much better suited for. Still not looking away from the screen, Clint chimes back "Bring it mustache." Still, he does not flick another popcorn kernal Tony's way. Perhaps he's ready to allow a detente to set in. Or perhaps he's waiting, biding his time? Yeah, that's probably more likely.
Tony Stark	An eye is kept on Clint for a few more moments by Tony, but then his attention eventually drifts back to the movie. Convinced, apparently, that Clint will let things be and not fire any more popcorn at him. With his arm safely wrapped around Pepper, Tony chuckles, leaning over to kiss the side of her head. "I would just hold onto the pass for some night that you were really angry at me for some reason and hand it over to you, anyway," he admits. Which, with all the joking and bluster Tony does, sounds about right. A casual glance towards Natasha. "Please don't murder anyone who wants to make a movie about us. I know you've got a lot of 'I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you' in your backstory, but I for one would love to see how much of a box office I could draw."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would shrug, "Oh, I wouldn't kill them for making a movie about the rest of you. I'd just make sure to give them very, very serious consideration to having me in it. That seems simplest. Just a few quick conversations.." It's really, really hard tos ay if she's exaggerating here adn playing along or deadly serious. And let us hope that the idea for Avengers: The Musical never goes further than the Avengers ability to enjoy a social eventw ithout some sort of fracas. "Well yes, Pepper, but we live in a world where that's second of nature. Unless of course you decide to own the production by simply buying out whomever is making it and resolving lal those issues." Deadpan after all.
Pepper Potts	There he goes, being all adorable again, finding his way out of the minefield that is the topic of Tony and 'women'. It's history, their history, and that page had been turned. Doesn't mean there aren't little parts of her comparing herself to beautiful starlets. With the arm that squeezes ever so gently, and the kiss given to the top of her head, Pepper can breathe a little easier once more. Lifting her head, she gives Tony a quick kiss on the cheek, the affection ever so plainly evident. "I think that's a perfect idea, Natasha. We'll buy a studio so we can have creative rights," Pepper shifts gears, looking at the Widow as she speaks. "That way we'll tell what we want," and by inference, keep quiet on the things that they don't. Too bad Tony's entire LIFE is in the papers... and magazines... and the internet... and.. and.. and.. Clint's not so veiled rejoinder has all the hallmarks of a battle before the night is out. It's just a matter of what form it may take.
Clint Barton	"Good plan," Clint chimes in helpfully. "Though you might have to leave me out of the movie too. I don't think there's an actor out there that can capture my rugged handsomeness," he asserts, oh so straigh-faced, his little musical interlude at an end. For the moment. Don't push him or he might sing some more. It's not that Clint is completely incapable of putting discretion before valor. But he has been known to push a boundary or too so as he munches away on that popcorn, he finally can't resist. One of the kernals is casually flicked towards the television, plinking off it and rebounding straight at Tony. From anyone else it would be a freak accident. A one in a million sort of shot. From Clint? Yeah, not so much.
Tony Stark	"Now that is an idea, Nat," Tony says, reaching up to rub at his chin. He turns to look at Pepper. "Tomorrow, I want you to start looking into some studios. Forget about their IPs, focus on talent, technology...we can bring the IP." He leans back, and clearly, his mind is already going in the direction of how to branch out when the kernal hits him, bringing him back to reality. He snaps his back back to Clint. "I warned you, Barton," he says, and then the hand against Pepper gently smacks her side. A gauntled hand rises up and aims just around near Clint's head. There is a brief sound, but no light, no repulsor ray. Nothing. "Ok, time to go," he says to Pepper, dropping that hand back down to her side. "Enjoy the flick, guys." He taps his heels together twice. "There's no place like home." His shoes shift and repulsor rays pop on, and as he slides his arm around Pepper the two of them launch off the couch and fly backwards. Hovering for a moment, Tony grins back at Clint. "I told you. Val Kilmer's my hero." And with that, the two fly off. A moment or so later, there might start to be the sound of clicking coming from that surprisingly large beanbag chair that had been deposited behind Clint on the floor.