Suit up (Literally!) It's a Birthday Bash! (For Verity and Clint)

[smartass_captain]

Guess who's back in the Nexus. Well, mostly back in the Nexus. Jim is standing outside his world's door and calling Verity's phone.

What? Genius level repeat offender remember? He bought a phone in the Nexus and got her Number from Clint's phone a while ago.

It's the morning of October first. The Nexus' resident lie detector is getting a call from an unknown Nexus number. Does he have to leave a voice mail message?

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That's some good poetry.

[aw_hawkguy]

Jim, you've got a guy who can beam you from Earth to Qo'noS or into a ship at warp several sectors away. Going home is not the obstacle it seems, even without a PINpoint.

Clint chuckles. "Hey, it's a talent. And we didn't even need ice packs for this." Although he is looking forward to seeing what Verity does for somebody's birthday. Jim's is probably next, he figures.

He should find out.

Fitting, too.

[smartass_captain]

"Pfft. Get Clint a cozy for his quiver and he'll love you forever." Jim snorts and picks up the wine list again.

This is sweet and all, but insecurities demand booze to deal with this level of feels. Healthy, Jim. He's going to reign it in though, verity's birthday.

"When is your birthday anyway, Barton?"

It's weird TKG posts something appropriate almost every time a thread I'm in gets all fulla feels.

[brave_heart_verity]

A talent, huh? "The getting in trouble, or the avoiding it?" The teasing is again affectionate, but she has a point there Clint.

Jim's suggestion gets an eye roll, even though she has to admit, "I could probably make one of those."

Oh, like they couldn't already tell she was a little bit of a hipster.

"And yours, Jim." He's not getting out of this.

At least you know you have an audience?

[aw_hawkguy]

"Getting in," comes the reply, with a can't-help-it grin. Yeah, she's got a point and he knows it.

"June eighteenth," Clint answers, after a moment's thought. When was the last time he really did something for his birthday, anyway?

"Ha, nah, quivers're plenty cozy on their own. How 'bout a place to hang a bow?"

[smartass_captain]

"No its...Barton, you philistine. It's like this knit thing you slip over teapots and like." Jim rolls his eyes and holds himself back from throwing the wine menu at Clint's head.

June 18th is still committed to memory.

"January fourth." Hard to forget his birthday, considering history class and the like. Ugh. Jim's stomach rolls even thinking about it. He swallows. "I don't celebrate though. And I don't want to explain it while we're enjoying a night out. And I don't celebrate Christmas. Could do Thanksgiving though. I'm not really a holiday kind of guy."

Where is the waiter. Jim needs a drink to lose himself in like yesterday.

[brave_heart_verity]

Clint's teasing is met with a smirk, although it isn't long-lived. Jim is a lot more sensitive than she would have expected, but she's not upset to be one of the people he trusts with these things.

"Okay. Why don't you tell us what we'll be drinking? You're going to have to do all the picking tonight since I don't know anything about the vintages here and Clint..." well, she doesn't expect Clint knows much about wine. "I'm sure he's curious too."

Smooth, Willis. Real smooth. But if it distracts him from whatever's wrong, that's good.

[aw_hawkguy]

That smoothness is, clearly, a family trait.

"Yeah. I haven't had much, uh, space wine." There it is now. "January fourth. We're all over the year."

[smartass_captain]

"Yeah. We're not so alike that we share a birthday." Jim snorts and smiles, but he's trying not to look toward Verity. Because it's fake. It's very good fake. Jim is amazing at faking emotions.

Luckily he bounces back quickly. By the time they've flagged down a waiter Jim is all smiles, genuine ones. He's going to get Verity the best damn dinner she will ever have away from Earth. Any Earth.

"We'd like a bottle of the Nu Vird Cabernet Sauvignon and a bottle of the Rache Reisling, please." He doesn't know whether Verity and Clint prefer red or white wine, so one of each seems safe.

"As for the food, most of it is stuff you'll at least sort of recognize. This place specializes in 'traditional Earth' cuisine. There's a few Vulcan dishes or the like, but. Oh, if you're a vegan you might like the Vulcan stuff."

[brave_heart_verity]

She's starting to see the reasoning behind those fake smiles. Or she thinks she's starting to. It's not something to discuss in public, so she'll hold his hand again instead if he allows. Let the movers and shakers of the Federation think he's on a date with the two hottest people in the room, that won't exactly hurt his reputation.

The wine choices get an approving nod. If asked, she would just have said "yes".

"Nothing wrong with fruits and veg, but there's bacon in the world for a reason and that reason is to make people happy." Maybe that's what Vulcans are missing out on. "So long as it's not bacon milkshakes, that never works."

She knows from experience. Drunk experience.

[aw_hawkguy]

What Clint knows of wine is that bottles are fancier than boxes, and no, it doesn't matter how big the box in question is. That doesn't mean he can't appreciate the good stuff when he has it.

"I'm no vegan," Clint offers, "but I like to try new things. I've had some big mushrooms that were kinda like a burger; do the Vulcans have anything that's kinda like a steak?"

[smartass_captain]

This knowledge would not surprise Jim in the least. From either of them. Jim will flip through the menu and nod appreciatively.

"Their tastes are more subtle. I have it on pretty good authority that the plomeek soup is as close to authentic as you can get off New Vulcan, if you want to try it." Jim will pull out a PADD and give it a look over while he's perusing the menu. Then flip to a different part.

"Personally, I take every chance at eating out to get the old familiars I can only eat facsimiles of on the ship." Jim chuckles lightly. "Though if the birthday girl just wanted wine and dessert she's welcome to do so. Whatever you'd like Ver. I mean it."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Portobellos," she supplies for Clint at a near-whisper. Just a gentle reminder.

"Tempting, but I'm really curious to see what's considered 'traditional Earth cuisine' in this mysterious future of yours. But you know you can have real food any time you like now, right? I'm a good cook and I'm determined to find something you'll like." She's noticed his lack of appetite, but she's trying to be gentle about it. Especially now that they know.

"Do you need to go do captainy stuff? I'm sure Clint and I can entertain ourselves if you do."

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint nods to Verity--he knew, but he wasn't sure Jim would know he meant burger-shrooms from the name. It's the future, who knows?

"Yeah, we can hold down the fort if somebody just said 'what could go wrong?'" Beat. "That doesn't count, I was quoting."

He's looking over his own menu while he speaks (please oh please let it look like English--or have pictures).

[smartass_captain]

The menu is in English, and the things that aren't have pictures, don't worry. English is the universal language of the future for some reason. Though Jim swears in about five different dialects (Uhura laughs because 'only five, Captain'?).

The PADD disappears quickly and Jim beams toward both of them. He could charm a bird form the sky with those pearly whites. It's a lie.

"Nope, nothing Captainy going on." He speaks the truth though! His eye twitches. He needs to find a topic of conversation that he won't have to turn ultimately depressing. This should not be so hard, damn it. "Oh, roast chicken, steak, salmon. The classics really. Cuisine hasn't changed that much. We've just assimilated a lot of Federation species foods too."

That's about when the wine arrives and really, now the celebration can really begin! Jim will pour them each a glass of the white Reisling first and raise his glass for a toast.

"To a lovely view, and lovelier company. Happy birthday Ver."

[brave_heart_verity]

It's the language of this future, for now. Not every future is so accommodating. She's not complaining.

No, Jim, she's not falling for it. Maybe it'll work on Clint? But again, in public, not pressing. He won't be able to avoid the subject with her forever; really, he's lucky she's been this patient. It's not one of her virtues.

"Ah, fusion. Always fun." She glances at the menu, but then the wine comes and it's more immediately pressing to pay attention to that. She takes her glass when they've all been poured, swirling the wine gently and examining the bouquet. The toast gets a smile. "Aw, thank you."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Happy birthday," Clint echoes, raising his own glass to the birthday girl. "And we'll make 'em better every year."

There's a word that'll be much less fun in a couple centuries: assimilation. But for now, it can be delicious.

Whether Clint falls for Jim's front or not, he doesn't argue it here. "Sounds like a little slice'a New York, wherever you go," he muses. The real Manhattan project was an attempt to crack the secret of culinary fusion, and it worked--oh, how it worked! I am become chef, destroyer of hunger.

[smartass_captain]

There's no crazy future fusion dish going on Jim's plate. He'll order the roast chicken and steamed vegetables before passing the menu to the waiter. Always a safe route. He notes the squeeze Verity's hand gives his and flashes her his most charming grin.

She's not asking in public and Jim can live with that. Hell, give him the evening and hopefully she'll forget all about it.

"That cart outside your complex had really good smelling food, and that was just a cart. New York sounds like it has amazing food. But it also smells friggin awful." He's not used to the smell of fossil fuel pollution. Jim wrinkles his nose slightly.

[brave_heart_verity]

She won't. How could she? He's hurting and she needs to fix it somehow.

Oh damn, those heroic traits must be catching.

"Nobody comes to New York for the smell," she admits, before leaning toward the waiter. She orders pork roast with sour cherry sauce and Andorian tuber roots, then passes the menu over with a quiet thanks.

[aw_hawkguy]

"That's not true," Clint counters Verity with a grin, "there's a thriving masochist community."

From the waiter, he requests the plomeek soup, a steak (medium), roasted broccoli, and a baked potato laden with nearly as much cheese, sour cream, and bacon as Wisconsin, relinquishing the menu with an "I-can't-help-it" smile. A dim bulb of charm, compared to the Kirk charisma, but it's there.

[smartass_captain]

"Like those guys we had to beat up." Jim snorts and thanks the waiter before turning back to his glass of wine. Avengering is tough work, having an appetite makes complete sense. Someone has to, of the two of them.

Jim slides a glance Verity's way again and smiles.

"Want to read us a story off your present pile there while we wait?"

I'm being lazy after 2.5 hours of sleep last night. :P

[brave_heart_verity]

"Pretty sure nobody's that much of a masochist. And I would know, considering how much they like me." The truth hurts.

Better to think about the stories, yes. She'll look through the pile again before pulling one out. "How about Operation: Eucritta Tape? I've never heard of that."

Clint can narrate since it's his story.

And I helped!

[aw_hawkguy]

"Aw, I put that one in there?" Clint asks, half-laughing and swiping a hand over his face.

Operation: Eucritta Tape started as an effort to smoke out a mole in the Department of Defense who was about to sell the names of the NAVY Seals who killed a famous terrorist. Three fake tapes were made, of Avengers assassinating the terrorist instead, and placed where the suspected moles would each have access to one of them. An Avenger running assassination ops for the President of the United States is way juicier than some Seal team, and the mole took the bait.

The mole was supposed to be caught in the taking of the tape, but managed to evade capture and arrange an auction in Madripoor. Armed with a no-limit SHIELD credit card and his wits, Clint was sent to recover the tape by any means necessary. If it failed, it could look like he was acting alone to recover the evidence of his own crime. Maria Hill also sent Kate Bishop, the younger Hawkeye, to do the actual work while Clint's bumbling drew attention.

Barton's antics included beating up an airport security team, falling asleep in a taxi, being robbed in a taxi, and stealing a taxi.

Bishop managed to subdue and impersonate one of the bidders, the supervillain Madame Masque, whose agents captured and interrogated Barton. Bishop (as Masque) took the SHIELD credit card from Barton and bought the tape for one billion euros, outbidding representatives of Hydra, the Secret Society, and (present in person) Wilson Fisk.

Barton regained consciousness tied to a chair and under attack by ninjas, and escaped by jumping out the window (Maria Hill provided aircar support). The sounds of combat prompted Masque's bodyguards to secure her suite, blowing Bishop's cover. Bishop was taken to the conference room where the auction took place while her captors discussed a course of action. Said conference room had an exterior window, and Barton had an exploding arrow and an aircar.

Upon entry, Barton and Bishop fought through the combined criminal forces present, and Barton injured his foot by jumping onto broken glass without a shoe. The tape was recovered and subsequently destroyed in the ensuing combat. Barton was shot in the chest at close range, but his kevlar vest mitigated the damage considerably (cracked ribs and a bruised liver). The end.

[smartass_captain]

"...Wait, isn't...isn't Kate that kid I'm not allowed to hit on?" Jim stops drinking his glass of wine. "She's too young for an eyebrow waggle but old enough to get dropped into Madripoor to impersonate a super villain and do a secret crazy kill mission?

Clint's world is messed up.

"Not old enough to drink, but old enough to die for her country. That's messed up." Jim shakes his head. Pauses. "Why didn't you steal some shoes while you were busy stealing a taxi and an aircar?"

He looks at Verity, then back to Clint. "Am I wrong to be asking these kinds of questions or..?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"No! And thank you. I hate the idea of kids doing these things." And Clint has heard this from her before so he knows what's coming. "They're much too young to make these kinds of decisions about their lives. You know there are schools for training kids, little not even teenager kids? These kids should be being protected!"

Wow, this is sounding kinda personal.

"But she's till much too young for you."

[aw_hawkguy]

Aww. "Kate... look, Kate decided on her own she was gonna do this kind'a stuff, and if someone like me told her no, she'd just go 'round us and do it anyway. Like, literally, she bet my bow one time that I couldn't do the Robin Hood shot with a cheap sporting goods bow and junk arrows," the result is obvious, "and she just snuck in and stole the bow back that night. She's a good kid, doing good, she doesn't need an old man tellin' her to stop, just maybe helpin' her find the right way sometimes." Clint will defend Kate to the death. She's one of the people he does that for. He's having dinner with two more.

"We, uh, we do try to protect the kids, though."

After a moment's thought, he realizes, "hey, hold up, you can join the army at eighteen and you're still too young to drink."