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Post by Ray on Jun 30, 2014 21:43:17 GMT -7
"I don't know, free anything seems like a pretty damn good deal," Barton admits, his previous poorer self shining through all the money he had. Growing up in a certain mindset was hard to shake in his thirties, even if he had enough money to create a place like this. Money was nice, but half of the time he had no idea what to even do with it. Someone smart, like Rogers, would say invest it. Someone dumb, like him, would say buy a 1970 Dodge Challenger because why the fuck not. He's still bitter about it breaking down on him. Curse that redhead's sudden and inevitable betrayal. Who is he kidding, he would have bought five cars and a cat from her. "If you think I'm worried you're going to break anything, trust me, there's no harm you can do that I haven't already done." He snickers a little, lifting his free hand not clasping his mug to point at his nose. For once, this actually wasn't an injury from the field. No, it was far stupider than that, and involved yanking the pull-up bar right off of the wall and onto his face. "Just, y'know..." He drops his hand once more and slurps a little at his coffee. "Don't shoot me." That's always a preferable option. But even then, it wouldn't really be anything new. He set his coffee mug down onto the table and darts his tongue out to wet his lips before reaching for his recurve bow sitting out of the way. "I use a compound bow at my day job." He explains, plucking up one of the dummy arrows in a big cylindrical tub by the table. "But this is my baby." He tells her, turning away from both Teresa and the table and aiming straight upwards. There's a target at a fifty degree angle on the ceiling above their heads. And he barely glances at it, barely breathes, before he's loosing the arrow. It hits dead center less than a blink later. "Can't beat the classics." He murmurs, lowering his bow and his gaze.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 30, 2014 21:59:30 GMT -7
Teresa listened to what he said before she nodded and smiled. Sometimes free stuff was the best. Hell it was always the best but not everything in life was free. She then snorted when he said about not worrying if she broke anything. "Well, it's more along the lines of the fact that we're strangers and you could be a serial killer, or I could" she muttered and then shrugged up a shoulder before she looked at his nose and a grin pulled at her lips. "Aw, do you want someone to kiss it better?" she teased and then pouted when he said about not shooting him. Teresa had only ever got someone with an arrow by accident and that was Colton. He shouldn't have been in the way. It didn't make him like her any better though. Although it wasn't really anything she hadn't expected. "I promise I won't shoot you" she admitted and listened to what he said and about the fact that he used a compound bow at his day job. "Seriously, what do you do because you can sign me up if you get to use a bow all the time" she smiled. That might've sounded like a tease but she would actually rather use a bow and arrow than sit in front of a book and go through everything. In fact at the time she had been tempted to put an arrow through the book and had even taken it out to practice with her one time. It then only dawned on her that the book was expensive that had really stopped her from doing it. Teresa watched as he picked up the recurve bow and let a smile pull at her lips. She then watched as he aimed it straight at the target. Her mouth fell open. She had only been used to Graeme and Katherine on the odd chance when they came together in the forest. But watching Barton was like something else. In fact she was completely in awe of him right now. "Okay, before I go home you seriously have to teach me some stuff" she muttered and kept her eyes on the target above them. Teresa was determined that she was going to learn some things before she finally dragged her ass back to Connecticut. At the moment that was a long way off so they had time to train together. If he actually wanted to teach her anything of course. "I'm going to go and get my own bow." She put her coffee mug down on the table before she moved back up the stairs. Archery definitely was the better way to spend her time than actually going through any books.
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Post by Ray on Jun 30, 2014 22:15:14 GMT -7
Barton almost wanted to laugh at the sarcastic accusation of being a serial killer. That was one word for it. Though he rarely ever killed. S.H.I.E.L.D had a lot of shady aspects, a lot of attitudes that kept Barton a hundred miles from them even when they were doing their best to recruit him full time, but he wouldn't be selling out for them if they didn't have something that appealed to him. Most hunters slaughtered everything they came across. Most hunters saw a monster, and like a guy with a flyswatter in a room full of flies, their first instinct was to kill it. But monsters aren't all that different from normal criminals. They have consciences. They know right from wrong. And despite popular belief, jail cells worked just as well with vampires as they do with drug dealers. S.H.I.E.L.D was the first to have that sort of thinking. The security is a little tighter and the chances of getting out a whole hell of a lot slimmer, but killing the killers makes you no better than them. That's why Barton made trick arrows. He didn't like stopping anything permanently. "I do things." Barton replies, plucking free another arrow and glancing towards her. A hint of a wry smile lingers on his mouth. "Stuff." He adds on sarcastically. He threads the arrow through and nocks it into place, turning to aim at a target on the other end of the room, about two thirds up the wall. "Kinda feel like I should leave your cousin to tell you all that." Probably be a lot easier from her anyway. Or at least Lexi could come up with a clever lie if Teresa wasn't hip to the monster thing. Barton wasn't all too great at secret identities anyway. He looses, and the arrow finds its target. He lowers his bow and watches after Teresa as she darts up the stairs, raising a brow at the prospect of teaching anyone anything. Couldn't hurt. But even he knows most of his skill is because he's reckless.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 30, 2014 22:36:26 GMT -7
Teresa had heard what he had said about the fact that he did things and then added on stuff. Then he said about Lexi and she had pushed her eyebrows together. If Lexi knew about what Barton did then she was going to definitely get it out of her. She came to the kitchen before moving out to the car. She looked around before getting her bow and arrows from the trunk. She pulled her lip in between her teeth as she headed back into the house. Teresa finally appeared in the room once more before she pulled an arrow out of her own quiver and nocked it into place. In the forest back home she wasn't trying to impress anyone. In fact she wasn't sure if she was trying to impress Barton. She just wanted to show him what she could do. She pulled the string back before letting it go and watching as it hit the target in the middle. She pulled her lip in between her teeth once more trying to hide a smile before she glanced back over at Barton. "It's better than using a gun" she shrugged up her shoulder. In honesty Teresa always tried to play down her ability to use a bow but it was the others who told her not to be silly because of the fact that she was good. More than good. If it hadn't been a bow and arrow then she was sure that her father would have her sporting a .45 on her thigh right now and going after all the supernatural monsters that he told her was bad. Because she wouldn't know the difference between good and bad. If it hadn't been for the people that she had in her life then she was sure that at some point she would've been chasing them down. Because to her they would be the bad kind that killed and that was it. If it hadn't been for Katherine. For Edric. Then she wouldn't really know that even supernatural monsters had their own rights to live. She bit on her lip before she walked over and grabbed her cup of coffee and pushing her own thoughts away before she watched Barton. "So, what you think?" she asked and then took a gulp of her now calling coffee. She didn't mind that, it meant that she wouldn't have to be careful about drinking the stuff.
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Post by Ray on Jun 30, 2014 22:54:36 GMT -7
He's finishing off his cup of coffee when Teresa reappears, all smiles and bows. Well. One. He watches from over the rim of the mug as she draws back her arm -perfect form, he notes, wondering who he should give props to for teaching her when she was seven- and then released. His blue eyes followed the arrow all the way across the room until it hit the target with a thwack, the impact vibrating through through the shaft and shaking his own as well. The two arrows were practically on top of each other. A millimeter to the left and they would have been. He lowers his mug and gives an impressed little bob of his head. "Not bad." He admits, though he was suddenly feeling a little giddy. He wanted to blame it on the coffee, considering that this was certainly not his first, but it'd been a long time since he'd seen any actual skill with a bow that wasn't him. He was sure there were people out there, but archery was such a lost sport and people were satisfied enough with just hitting the target that he hadn't met anyone that piqued his interest. Nat was different. She's never used a bow. Doesn't need to. Doesn't want to. But she ran through this entire wanna-be obstacle course like it was afternoon tea with her own weapon of choice. Herself. "You ever practice on the run?" He asks, turning his eyes away from the target and back towards her, curious. Hitting dead center was one skill. Learning how to move and shoot and still hit dead center was another. She'd already gotten his attention, now he wanted to see what she could really do. If Lexi was so adamant that she'd be a perfect side kick, he wanted to put it to the test. Also he just liked watching people shoot things.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 30, 2014 23:16:28 GMT -7
Teresa smiled when he said that it wasn't bad. She shrugged up her shoulder before she looked back at the target on the other end of the room. In honesty it felt good to be able to shoot arrows with someone else. She had to admit that her and Graeme never had moments like these anymore. He was busy with work and she was always busy with school. The only time they came together was when Graeme came home and she was there studying. When he first arrived back in Mystic on her birthday a couple years or so ago, this was what they had been doing but then it just seemed as if she ever really done it on her own. She cleared her throat and then heard that he had spoken to her and she looked back over at Barton when he asked if she had even practised on the run. "I've been doing some of my own training in the forest not far from my apartment back in Connecticut and I have tried it a couple of times but I've not really been able to get it just right" she admitted. Teresa leaned back against the table before she crossed her arms over the chest. "I've been practising on my own" she shrugged up a shoulder before looking across the room at the target that she had just hit. Since College had been out, she had some time to herself and between running and doing archery in the forest, she decided to put herself to the test and see how far she could push herself and her talent. Although it wasn't really talent. It was second nature, just like speaking English was to her. "But I haven't tried it since" she said and looked back at Barton. Teresa wasn't one to give up easily but then she got the call from Lexi to come down to Corpus and she pretty much left quickly. Of course she said bye to Graeme and her dad, who even though she was older now still seemed hesitant for her to leave the State, before she jumped in her car and drove all the way down it. It had been long and very lonely but the break away from home would actually do her some good. She was with family and determined to have a good time. Then she meet Clint Barton and everything just seemed to make this trip to Texas that much better. Or at least it will when she keeps training with him. If he wants to train with her of course. And then there was asking Lexi what he meant about him doing things and letting Lexi tell her. That girl was definitely going to tell her as soon as she got back home from work.
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Post by Ray on Jul 1, 2014 18:10:59 GMT -7
"Forest?" He repeated, arching a brow at her. "Hmm. Nice." He'd spent most of his teen years training on the road. Before then, the very idea of picking up a bow had seemed ridiculous. He'd been a poor kid living in what had practically been a shack on someone else's farm. His dad made enough to keep them fed and housed, but he was lucky for a new pair of shoes let alone a bow if he'd even been interested in one. The only sport he'd learned back then was how to hit someone hard and keep them down. Probably the one thing he could thank his brother for, if he ever saw him again. After his folks died, and the children's home turned out to be an even worse hell, learning skills from anyone for just a bag of popcorn a night had seemed like their only option. Even if it meant standing knee deep in mud on the side of the road during a storm when one of their trucks got a flat tire, firing off arrows at highway markers until he could actually hit them. He got good enough to make a show of it. And then he got really good. "Plenty of obstacles, lots of targets. Ever climb one and shoot from the tops?" He preferred heights. Preferred being able to look down at a target from high above, have the advantage, and see everything before they ever saw him. He'd rarely been in tress -he could already hear the bird jokes squawking in his ear- but it was perfect cover as well. Though maybe she wasn't the kind of person that he was. Most archers weren't. Mostly because most archers also didn't use to wear tights and masks and shoot blindfolded for cheers. He doesn't talk about it unless he's drunk. "Because if you haven't, I'm definitely teaching you a few things." He adds on with a crooked smile. "Though I have to warn you," Barton zips open his quiver laying across the surface of the table, and plucks free one of his nicely labeled arrows. Even if in about five seconds, the label wasn't going to matter. He draws it through, cocks his head towards her, and pulls back the string while keeping his blue eyes locked on her face. "I'm a bit theatrical." He teases, and looses. The arrow shoots towards the bulls eye they'd both just targeted. It thumps just below the two already stuck there, and a red light flashes rapidly until suddenly- BOOM. The head of the arrow explodes in a sudden burst of light, scorching the wall and sending smoke scattering to all sides. Barton frowns. "Aww it supposed to be bigger."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 1, 2014 18:44:54 GMT -7
Teresa nodded when he repeated what she had said. The forest back in Mystic had been the one place where she could hide and not even her dad would be able to find her. First it had been the place where she went to train with Graeme then it became the place for her to hide away from anyone. In fact she had once joked that she would live out in the forest and then when Edric got his cabin, she pretty much wanted to stay there. Of course it was mostly for the pack back then but she found herself more and more in the forest than she came to realise. If she wasn't running then she was doing target practice, but every time she used to think that the target was her dad. Did that make her a bad person? She guessed that it didn't. Her dad then became obsessed with trying to get her to hunt. In his mind there was no good or bad, there was only evil. If she was honest after her mother had died there had been a part of her that wanted to hate all werewolves. That wanted to hunt them down and make them all pay for what had happened to her mom. But everytime she tried to bring herself to do it all she could see was Edric and Miranda, Jackson and Allison, hell even Colton and Delilah and she could never bring herself to pick up an arrow and lodge one in them. So in the end she decided to take on Darion and his pack that really had hurt her mother and take them out instead. If she hadn't met the pack then she was sure that she wouldn't have known the difference between good and bad. She wouldn't have come to care about them and even if they all had their own problems and things came into the town to kick their asses, she was right there beside them. They had become her new family and that was what she loved about them. In the beginning they didn't want her around because of her dad but in the end she made them see that not everyone was cut from the same cloth. Teresa wasn't like her father and she never would be like that. The only thing she enjoyed killing was spiders and those damn eight legs of them. She then zoned back into what Barton was saying and then shook her head. "Nope I honestly haven't climbed anything" she admitted and laughed. "I mostly keep my feet on the ground. Although there was that one time that I stood on top of a building and used my bow then" she shrugged up a shoulder. That was to get the pack that had killed her mother. "I'm definitely up for being taught new things and theatrical doesn't matter to me" she muttered and then watched as he shoots the arrow and then grins when it explodes. "Now that's what I'm talking about" Teresa turned fully so that she was looking at the wall at the end of the room. If she got her hands on one of those then she would definitely be enjoying archery that much more. Sad thing is that she never got to use an arrow like that. That definitely would make her very happy. "So does that mean you like blow stuff up?" she asked curiously and glanced in the direction of Barton with a smile.
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Post by Ray on Jul 1, 2014 19:33:07 GMT -7
"Hmmph. Sometimes." Barton replies, still frowning at the smoking arrow and the explosion that was supposed to have been twice that caliber. The other two arrows were only barely scorched, and that was disappointing. Maybe he needed to reconfigure these damn things. "Though usually I try to limit myself to one explosion a day." Anything more was just asking for disaster. The bridge in Cleveland comes to mind, and he grimaces a little. No. Top that. Shadow comes to mind, and that was just a little bit more than terrifying. While Bucky had decided to be called Bucky rather than the clever moniker made popular by Sam, making him sound more like an aw shucks kinda guy, he was still a walking powerhouse of dynamite. In fact, the only real difference between the two personas was the mask and the leather fetish, which always reappeared during missions. It was a good look. Barton couldn't help but feel like Bucky was copying him though. Black was his thing (as long as Bucky stayed away from purple, he'd let it go...mostly). But if there was anyone who didn't limit their explosion quota, it was Bucky. The only reason S.H.I.E.L.D rode Barton's ass about destruction and not the mask-wearing, metal armed, sonuvabitch was because only two months ago they were trying to kill Bucky. Didn't work out, and Bucky was still holding a grudge. About the only thing he and Barton actually had in common was the general annoyance with the government agency. And both had given Sam a huge bitch fest when he decided to get a little training from them. Dumbass. "I make my own arrows." Barton explains, shaking those thoughts from his head and looking back towards Teresa. "And I make them awesome, simply speaking. That one is my flash arrow. Its actually harmless, mostly. Really just a distraction. Works wonders against were-eeee..." He trails off, suddenly remembering that this girl, despite being related to Lexi, might have no clue about how this whole thing worked. "Ware...house....situations..." Barton tries, badly, to fix the situation, and scrunches up his own face at his stupidity. "Moving on!" He says quickly. "I'm going to show you my grapple arrow." He pulls one out from his quiver, aims at the ceiling, and fires. The fletchings of the arrow remain clasped between his fingers while the shaft and head rocket away from them, creating a line of tight wire between them. The head suddenly breaks open about five feet from the ceiling above their heads, turning into claws that dig sharply into the stone and crunch down to lock. "For quickly escaping situations. Awkward and...otherwise." He yanks tight on the rope to test it, hooks his bow around his arm, and wraps his hand once around the rope. Pressing a red button at the end of the metal fletching, the rope suddenly starts coiling, yanking him right off of his feet and up into the air. Barton swings as it raises upwards, and leaps halfway across the room like an acrobat to land on one of the perches hanging from the ceiling. He crouches down and looks down towards her. "Ta-daaa!" He calls down, arms splayed out wide.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 1, 2014 19:53:21 GMT -7
Teresa listened and couldn't help but let a smile pull at her lips. She never used arrows that blew up, mostly because she only had the normal ones in her quiver. But at the same time she doubted that Mystic Police Department wanted to go around town looking for someone who blew things up with arrows. Although Graeme probably would have an idea of who it actually was. She was the only one who would actually do something like that. At that thought a smile pulled at her lips and she cleared her throat to get her concentration back on Barton, although at the moment it wasn't hard. She was like a freaking kid in a candy shop. She wanted to try and do everything that she possibly could. She listened as he said that he made his own arrows. "You don't want to come and live in Connecticut do you?" she teased before listening to the rest. Teresa pushed her eyebrows together when he was saying about the fact that his flash arrow worked wonders against were.. then stopped. Was he going to say werewolves? Did he hunt too? She cleared her throat once more and then watched as he showed her his grapple arrow. A grin pulled at her lips. "Okay, I'm officially taken" she admitted and then pulled her lip in between her teeth. It took a lot to get her excited about something lately but this guy had managed to do it with arrows and this basement range. In fact she was pretty much jumping up and down on the ball of her feet just because she was that excited. "Seriously though you have like the coolest stuff ever and I just want to pinch myself because this has got to be a dream" she nodded and then looked up at him. Graeme taught her how to use a bow, even though he said that she was a natural, but this guy could help her with a lot of stuff. God she pretty much wanted to live here. In honesty when she had come to Corpus, she had been looking for a holiday away from the drama that the small town of Mystic brought. Hell the whole place was a walking disaster, but now this was one way that she could let off some stuff, if Barton would actually let her. Teresa bit on her lip and put her bow down on the table before putting her brown eyes back on Barton. "So this flash arrow works against werewolves?" she asked suddenly and raised her eyebrows.
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Post by Ray on Jul 1, 2014 22:54:10 GMT -7
Barton shifted from crouching upon the platform to sitting, his legs dangling over the edge as he looked down at her. "Not a dream." He says down to her with a smile. For once, someone other than a S.H.I.E.L.D techie was actually enjoying his slightly eccentric hobby. Bucky was utterly unimpressed, Steve was politely confused but just as politely interested, and Natalia flat out asked why the hell he would need any of this junk. Sam didn't even pretend to understand. "And I've got about a dozen others where that came from." He admits. In fact, he had so many arrows and so many kinds of arrows that he was beginning to lose track of them all. Hence the tape. He hops and twists so his body falls off the edge of the platform, his hands catching him before he drops completely down. Glancing down for a landing, he swings off the perch and falls the fifteen feet to land smoothly upon the ground. As soon as he has, Teresa is blurting out werewolves and that's when he nearly trips. "Uh no," He snorts as nonchalantly as he can while fixing the hem of his t-shirt. Its not all that effective. "I...didn't...say werewolves, I said warehouse situations." He corrects, but he knows its lame and her face is telling a lot more than she's saying. He huffs out a breath and swings his bow off of his arm, tossing it onto the table with a thump. "Fine. Yes. Werewolves. The flash is too bright for their sensitive eyes and it stops them from killing you for five seconds." He explains, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing out as he watches her. "It would have been nice for Lexi to, y'know, let me know what you know." Barton grumbles a little, grabbing the pot of now lukewarm coffee and filling his mug again. "There's a reason why I'm not a spy." That job was better left for Natalia. Barton could get intel, sure, but it usually involved less covert means and more arrows through the hands and knees.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 1, 2014 23:10:16 GMT -7
Teresa looked up at him when he said that it wasn't a dream. She smiled back before looking around once more. In honesty it felt like a dream to her. Because it felt like someone outside of Mystic would be this interested in archery. She was never that lucky to find someone else who actually loved archery as much as she did. "I so want to use one of those" she grinned. Teresa didn't care if she sounded like a child in a candy store as they figured out which sweet they wanted to try first and then failing because there was just so much. She raised her eyebrow at him when he tried to brush off the fact that he wasn't going to say about werewolves, crossing her arms over her chest she put most of her weight onto one foot as she watched him. Then he finally relented to admit that he was going to say werewolves. Barton said about the flash being too bright for their eyes and she pushed her lips together. At one point in her life she could've done with those arrows. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that fact. She slowly uncrossed her arms and looked over at him once more. "Well, I'm here so why don't you ask me what I know" she muttered before reaching over and grabbing her coffee cup. She took a sip of the now cold coffee before clearing her throat. "So, if you're not a spy then what exactly do you do?" she asked and pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. Teresa had a feeling that there was a reason why she was asked to come to Corpus and she doubted it was just because of the fact that her cousin wanted to see her after so long. She was definitely going to have a talk with Lexi over this. But for some reason she actually didn't seem to care about that. She just wanted to know exactly what Lexi knew about what Barton was doing in his basement, something told her that she didn't actually know about this basement range and there was actually a smug feeling going through her veins. Lexi clearly knew what Barton did or she wouldn't have pushed her in his direction, but this was something that Lexi didn't know about.
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Post by Ray on Jul 1, 2014 23:27:06 GMT -7
"Asking if you were cozy with the idea that monsters exist didn't seem like a good conversation starter." Barton murmurs around the lip of his mug as he takes a long sip. He figured she had to have been, what with being a link to Lexi's supposed hunter family, but he also hasn't known for sure. For starters, how she talked about training was certainly no way a hunter trains. And by all means she's probably the most normal girl he's met in a long time. But he of all people should know that looks were decieving. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips as he sets his mug down once more, momentarily rubbing at the bandage upon his nose as she asked about his occupation, not for the first time. "I'm a ah..." He begins, trying to think of the correct title and tipping his chin upwards to look at the high ceiling as he did so. "A hired specialist for the purpose of capturing and containing threats to public safety and national security." He says in the most monotone, legal voice he can muster. All in all, mimicking Donovan spot on. He drops his gaze back to Teresa and huffs out a breath. "Basically I do my little arrow shooty thing and take care of monsters." He shrugs a little and slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Pays the bills. Obviously." Technically, it really was no different to what hunters did. Even if hunters were generally dirt poor psychopaths who killed anything in sight like it was a revenge game of genocide. But, considering that, he did his best to separate himself from those kind of people. These were the big leagues, and he much preferred the view from here. "It's...kind of what we all do. Me and the gang are kind of a team of vigilantes." He admits, refraining from wanting to use the word superheros. Even if they kinda are. Not bragging or anything.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 1, 2014 23:43:03 GMT -7
Teresa listened to what he was saying and took everything into her mind so that she could process it. She waited until he was finished before she actually spoke. "I know about monsters" she admitted. She's actually known for a while about them and while the ones that had come into Mystic to cause trouble for those living there hadn't actually been her favourite kind, that didn't mean she wasn't friends with supernatural beings. She then bit on her lip and cleared her throat once more before she took on the rest of what he had said. Letting that move around her head for a moment before she looked over at him. "Wait a second.." she muttered and then pushed her eyebrows together. "Are you trying to tell me that my cousin is part of Team Vigilante?" she asked and looked over at him with raised eyebrows. Teresa was sure that she would've laughed if it wasn't for the look on his face that told her it was all true, that he and whoever else was in this group actually took care of monsters. She knew that Jo didn't want any of her children mixing up with the supernatural, that's where she was different from Teresa's dad who actually wanted his daughter by his side when he killed werewolves and whatever else he came across, so she clearly didn't know anything about this. It was probably a good thing. She was sure that Jo would've put Lexi on the first plane out of Corpus Christi to get away from Barton and.. she guessed Sam too. "Threats to public safety and national security" she muttered and then held up her hands. "Okay, so what exactly are those things that you hunt that poses the threat to national security?" she asked and then watched him. In honesty Teresa was generally interested in what, to him, caused the threats. Everything she tried to imagine actually ended up looking like Aliens and that was probably the things that they didn't hunt down. God, if he found out she was thinking about aliens then he would probably laugh and think of her as stupid. Stop thinking about aliens, Teresa.
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Post by Ray on Jul 2, 2014 0:01:10 GMT -7
Well that's one question answered. Though it was the only real question he had. See? Definitely not spy material. He feigned a completely innocent expression upon Teresa's sudden realization that Team Vigilante -her words- included her cousin as well. He wonders just how much trouble he's going to be in when Lexi finds out about this whole thing, already coming up with excuses. Including, but not limited to, the fact that Lexi had practically sicced Teresa on him. The words side kick once again entered his mind. "Uh. Maybe?" He replies, squinting and eye and leaning slightly away from her, prepared for the backlash at that moment. "Which was not my decision, by the way. That was all Sam." Might as well throw him under the bus to. It wasn't Barton's fault Sam wasn't here to defend himself. Or shut Barton up. Barton was starting to want to shut himself up. There was no doubt in his mind that Rogers would be handling this conversation way better right now. God, how was he even going to explain Steve Rogers to her. Greek God? Super handsome soldier? Literal born-leader and ass-kicker? If he was having a hard time describing him, Bucky was going to be a fucking nightmare. Actually...that about sums him up. "I don't make the call on what's a national security threat." That was all S.H.I.E.L.D. "I just...clean it up." Though sometimes it only amounted to a bigger mess. "But if you really wanna know, we were called in to deal with a leviathan issue last month." He replies with a slight shrug. He'd smelled like the Hudson Bay for about a week after that. "And a uh...rampaging Mayan goddess a few weeks before that..." That had been interesting. Mostly weird. Mostly really weird. Natalia had handled most of that. Mostly because the Mayan goddess had had the hots for her, and getting Natalia close had not been an issue in the slightest. Go team.
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