[RP] You can know my code name, I can meet you on the sly

[ibelieveinarrows]

Coulson was not supposed to be here. Or at least not for long. The plan was to show up just long enough to say hi and surprise his daughter with the part where he's off early (or as off as he ever is anyway). Then he got sidelined when he walked in, got sidelined again after getting a location, and got sidelined yet again when he went to where she had been (but wasn't anymore, apparently). Now he's been here almost forty minutes and has no idea where to look.

Because they are children and apparently he gets to play babysitter when he comes to visit.

He isn't stopping for anything else, though. He is going to find his daughter and no superhero, spy, overgrown children, or mixture thereof is going to stop him.

... It's a nice thought, really it is. Just an unlikely one.


Clint may have been part of why Coulson kept getting sidetracked, but even annoying his favorite handler/boss/overseer of all things Avenger is only entertaining for so long. He's up on the roof now. He likes the roof, and that's pretty visible from the amount of things up there that are his: targets and a few discarded arrows from prototypes that really weren't worth the time to fix up, balls that can either be tossed as targets or just tossed around for the hell of it, a gameboy that's basically been given up to the roof since he keeps forgetting it up here.

He's ignoring all that right now, though, for playing a balancing act on the edge of the roof, his eyes on his feet. His quiver and bow are slung over his shoulder, so he can grab one of the appropriate arrows if he missteps -- but he's pretty confident that he won't.


And Steve, well, he has a television. He's not entirely comfortable with how much down-time being a superhero leads to, but it's certainly helped in the whole 'get Captain America familiar with current pop culture' campaign half the team seems to have launched.

He's not actually watching anything in particular, just flipping through channels until something looks interesting. Mostly he is watching commercials or news stories. Somehow getting himself familiar with the news and the products feels a little more useful than getting himself familiar with the media in general.

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[theytookmyipod]

Darcy is pouncing Steve.

Or rather, she is dropping a bowl of popcorn onto the table and then pouncing Steve.

"Hey," she says cheerfully, then stares at the TV before snatching up the remote and flipping the channels to something that isn't the news.

[roomforonemore]

There are puppy-dog eyes. They're not really a concious gesture, more directed at the TV than at her, but... he was watching that.

...He didn't really expect it would be staying on once she walked in the room, though, so he smiles a second later, making a move towards the end of the couch so that he's not taking up most of it anymore.

"Hi," he says, glancing at the TV again. "I didn't know you were here."

[theytookmyipod]

"Surprise!" She grins, throwing her hands up in the air before grabbing some of the popcorn. "I'm helping Pepper out with some stuff Tony dumped on her but we're breaking for the day."

She flips through more channels, making aface after a couple of moments. "Man,there's nothing on. How do you guys have like a thousand channels and still have this problem?"

[roomforonemore]

"I don't know?" He frowns, blinking at her and then at the television. "What do you like to watch?"

[theytookmyipod]

"Stuff," she says helpfully. "Movies mostly. I'm bad at committing to TV."She looks at him. "What about you?"

[herbestdisguise]

Natasha is bored. She's already shot things, already antagonized Steve and Tony, found Loki and said his name a few times and now she is quietly staling Coulson.

And shooting at him with a water gun.

She is the most mature.

[forthoseilove]

He knows Natasha's back there. Granted, he doesn't know she's back there for a few minutes after she starts following him, but he does know.

What he doesn't know is behind him? Is a water gun.

See this linefacing when he turns around, Tasha? It is all for you this time.

"Can I help you?"

[herbestdisguise]

See this grin, Coulson? It's all for you.

"You're it," she says cheerfully, tossing him a gun of his own.

[forthoseilove]

"I'm busy," he answers, but he catches it anyway, because something is being thrown at him. Then he raises an eyebrow. "Why are you playing with water guns?"

[herbestdisguise]

"Darcy started it,"she informs. "I just went along with it. Besides, it's better than us playing with real guns, isn't it?"

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[foundmygroove]

Nia walks in and tilts her head at whatever Steve currently has on. Her brow raises before she walks over and plops down beside him. She's a little bored, and what better to do when bored than harass Steve?

She kicks her feet up and stretches an arm across the back of the couch. "Just wait til you see Jersey Shore," she comments.

[roomforonemore]

He's distracted by the news story currently playing across the screen -- nothing big, nothing important, but it's local and he can't help but get caught up in it -- or his answer wouldn't be so distracted. "Are we planning a trip?"

[foundmygroove]

She snorts. "It's a program," she answers. "One of those one's that decreases your braincells the linger you watch. You might enjoy if though, Cap." She gives him a nudge.

[roomforonemore]

He blinks at her, and then at the TV, and just for a second it is loud and clear across his face that he wants to double-check that that's a metaphor. Just in case. And not... some weird alien invention that actually decreases braincells as some diabolical plot.

It's just a second, though, and then he shakes his head a little and gives her a smile instead. "I'm not sure I see where you got part B from part A. I'd rather keep the braincells I've got."

[foundmygroove]

She nods and gives him a knock in the shoulder. "Probably a good idea. Wouldn't want to harm what's left, would we?"

She chuckles. She likes giving him a hard time. Probably too much.

[foundmygroove]

There'sva Bruce and he's taking a walk near where Clint it. He should take notice of Clint and be more aware of his surroundings, but right now he has a lot on his mind. So he's walking around, hands in his pocket, semi-brooding.

[ibelieveinarrows]

The smart thing to do would probably be to leave the quietest teammate time to himself. But hey, he wandered out where people can see him. Besides, he looks pretty down, and Clint can't just leave him to that without checking to see if he needs something. They're friends, right? Sort of.

He lets out a sharp whistle to alert Bruce to his presence, turning halfway around to get a better look at him. "Something on your mind, Doc?"

[foundmygroove]

His head snaps up at the whistle and his eyes lock on Clint. Well, that's unexpected. He doesn't show any reaction on his face though. He squints in the sunlight.

"Just taking a walk," he says. "What are you doing? Or...maybe I don't want to know."

[ibelieveinarrows]

He shrugs, grinning down at him for a second even though he doubts he'll be seen in the backlight. "Just taking a walk... a little bit farther up."

He takes a couple of steps back from the edge, though, and there's a bundle of rope ladder in his hands when he reappears, ready to be tossed down. It's a really long ladder. This is not the tallest building he's ever tried to get down from without going inside. "You mind if I join you? Unless you'd rather come up."

[foundmygroove]

Bruce just stands there a moment, really wondering if Clint thought he bought that. He shook hos head, hands lidig into hos pockets. "I don't mind the company," he replies, as long as you're not planning something else."

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[theytookmyipod]

There's a Darcy on the roof. There's a Darcy on the roof who's playing with fire.

Or rather, she's trying to work with the fire but it's more like playing.

"Watch out, watch out!" She calls as the fire shoots from the little candle she's playing with and through the target.

"Fuck," she curses, as it comes back. "That...did not work."

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[ibelieveinarrows]

"Fuck!" Clint drops down, thankfully more towards the inside than the outside -- though a foot does end up over the edge. He doesn't move until a good half a minute after the fire seems to be done heading towards the edge. Just in case.

When he does, he just props himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "Do I want to ask what you were trying to do with that? Besides give me a heart attack?"

[theytookmyipod]

She gestures to her headphones. "I was trying to get it to dance in time with the music. It...didn't work."

She looks up at him. "You okay?

[ibelieveinarrows]

"Not even a bruise," he confirms, rolling over and deeper into the roof before pushing himself to his feet. He makes his way over to her instead of going back to his circuit. Partly just in case, partly to peer curiously at her setup. "What went wrong?"

...he asks, as if he actually understands magical theory.

[theytookmyipod]

"I have no idea," she smiles cheerfully. "I think I might just suck with anything more advanced than liting a candle and that's even a crapshoot."

"I'm better with illusions,"she adds after a second. "I can make you thin you're on fire but I can't actually light you up."