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Post by Ray on Jul 12, 2014 16:33:25 GMT -7
"A little." He teased in return, a faint smile worming its way to his mouth. Not really, he wanted to say. Barton might have an ego the size of a T-Rex, but when it came to Natalia, he knew when he had met his match. Besides, there was no room for joking with her. She could probably snap his neck if she wanted to, and Barton was only glad that she hadn't. He tips his chin upwards when she clarifies the name, mentally noting that having a boyfriend was certainly in the biography he was making up for Teresa in his mind. He wasn't as bad a goon as some people might make him out to be, meaning that he wasn't necessarily going to hit on anything with two legs and a pretty smile, but it was good to know that information before he did get any ideas. Barton might take a lot of risks, but chicks with boyfriends, or girlfriends, were generally where he drew the line. Too many big and ugly spouses barging in through doors with bats in the middle of the act would do that to ya'. "Well I wish you luck on that conversation." Barton snorts a little, and bites off another chunk of the Twizzler. "Cost me about fifty large altogether, and I did it myself." So many years doing rigging and building targets out of scrapes had made him quite handy with his hands. Bad pun intended. Crafting his own arrows when he was seventeen was why he had the fifty grand to blow in the first place on a DYI archery range. "Though," He begins, tilting his head slightly to the side and lifting a shoulder at the same time. "Depending on how long you're staying here, I'm willing to let you use it a bit more. Y'know. For practice." Real smooth. If he had been actually flirting, it would have been about a hundred times worse though.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 12, 2014 17:04:20 GMT -7
Teresa huffed out a laugh at his tease before she nodded once. In honesty she was trying to put her own faces to the names but she wasn't sure if her thoughts were giving these people justice. She had even tried to imagine Sam, especially when Lexi wouldn't actually send her a picture of him but she wasn't sure that she could really imagine what he looked like. But since she was told that he was in the Army she just imagined this guy with lots of tattoos, of course she wasn't going to say that to Barton because he might actually laugh at her. So instead she just cleared her throat and smiled. "I'm sure there's a way I can persuade Graeme" she grinned before shrugging up a shoulder. Although she wasn't sure just how much persuading she would have to do when he had been the person to teach her how to use a bow in the first place. "Although the fifty large really is going to be the kicker" she admitted and then sighed under her breath. Graeme pretty much earned for the both of them and her volunteering at the hospital really didn't bring any money in. At the moment she was just trying to get herself to pass any test that she would have to do for her to become a nurse at the local hospital. But all of that would have to wait til she got back to Mystic before she finally settled down into a book and got back on with what she wanted out of life. Teresa raised her eyebrow when he started to speak. "You're willing to let someone like me use all of this?" she nudged her head to the room before she let a smile pull at her lips. In honesty she was going to be around for a little bit especially when the need to get away from home and her dad had been the reason she came here in the first place. Lexi's phone call had come at that moment when she needed an excuse to get out of town. But the problem she now faced was.. Would she ever want to go back or would she ring up Graeme and see if he wanted to move to Texas? Only time would tell on what she really would do but at the moment she was going to be around for a little bit. "I'm here for a little while so maybe some practice would be perfect" she nodded and settled her brown eyes on him.
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Post by Ray on Jul 12, 2014 17:36:25 GMT -7
Barton shrugged his shoulders up once more and then let them drop heavily. "Sure. I mean, why not." He replied. He isn't ever really face with very many people interested in not only archery but the eccentric range in his basement as well, and he was willing to be a little charitable for once. Even if it isn't really his style. It also didn't need said that this was Lexi's cousin after all, and if he booted her out and denied her access, Barton is sure he'd get an earful for that. Not just from Lexi herself, but from Sam as well. Hell, maybe even Steve too. He seemed like the kind to weigh in on issues that weren't entirely his business and be all "good-guy Steve" about it. One of these days, Barton was going to find some flaw with that guy. And the day would end with a huge parade. "Good." He nodded and gave another slight smile. Who knows. It might also be nice to actually talk to someone who liked archery in the first place. And someone who didn't know about all the baggage being a part of this so-called team brought. A second of silence passed. "You want a pizza or something?" Barton asks out of the blue, mostly to dispel the sudden lull in conversation and because he had no clue what else to say. He was starving, and as likely as it was that he could practice all night long, he doubted she would find that an all too amusing game. Lucky, from where he was sprawled on a step on the staircase, suddenly perked up at the very word. Predictable.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 12, 2014 17:51:29 GMT -7
Teresa was still surprised that he would even let her use his basement in the first place. To be honest, if this was her and she owned something like this then she wouldn't share it with anyone. Hell her car was the most expensive thing that she had, her dad had brought it to please her, and only three people had ever drove her car. Herself, Graeme and that was only because she was drunk, and Stiles so that he could drive them to that special place that he had taken her. But other than that she kept the car to herself. Her father had wanted to change it for a newer version but she had put her foot down and told him that she didn't care about the price of the cars, there was no way that she would go hunting with him. And mostly he had wanted to buy her the car for her birthday, the one that Graeme had come back on. "Pizza sounds perfect" she nodded. "It beats going back to Lexi's apartment and having to eat dinner on my own because she's at work" she admitted with a smile. Lexi had to cover someone else's shift because the girl was ill or something so she had to not only take on the girls but her own as well and that meant being at the bar early. Sometimes even being the bosses daughter didn't pay off. But she remembered Lexi telling her that she had told them to not think of her as Chris' daughter but just another person on the team and for a while that hadn't worked. It wasn't until Lexi had taken the blame for something they did that they finally started to see that she wasn't like the usual boss's daughters where they would rat out the team to their father. Even Roman had something to do with getting them to trust her. "With beer?" she asked and smiled. "Because It's pizza and beer or no deal" she teased. It's what she usually had. "Unless of course you don't actually drink the stuff" she shrugged up a shoulder. There was no shame in not drinking. Graeme didn't drink. Even when Miranda tried to tempt him with one of her cocktails, he still didn't touch the stuff.
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Post by Ray on Jul 14, 2014 16:11:14 GMT -7
Luckily enough, Barton has nearly five different pizza places on speed dial, one of which was stationed halfway across the country in New York and another halfway across the globe in Romania. Can't say he wasn't prepared, especially when it came to getting food in some of the most commonly traveled-to places in his dossier. Getting stationed in Bangkok was a different story. "I thought you said no beer?" Barton teases her in return, arching a brow and looking at her with a hint of amusement. He might have suffered countless concussions in his day, and be generally running on only about four hours of sleep on a good night, but he didn't forget much. Her phone-call had left a lasting enough impression on him anyway, considering that he hadn't expected one so soon or one at all. "Believe me, I drink the stuff." Barton replies as he moves towards the stairs, carrying the pot of coffee with him. Lucky -ears perked high and tongue already hanging happily out of his mouth- hops to his feet as Barton takes the first step, and twists around to jog up to the main floor ahead of him. Clint glances back towards Teresa as she climbs the staircase. "I have two cases in my fridge as we speak. Gotta always be ready for dinner." When he didn't eat, which was more often than even he realized, a couple brews before bed did the trick a sub or plate of day-old spaghetti couldn't always accomplish. Of all the groceries he probably should be getting, beer seemed to be what generally found its way home if he didn't pay close enough attention. It didn't help that Nat always brought some foreign alcohol back with her from trips, and filled his cupboards with bottles that have labels he can't read. Barton didn't even drink all that much, and yet he looked like a raging alcoholic. Part of the job. He locks the door to the range after Teresa and climbs the rest of the stairs to the main level, tugging his beat-up cellphone out of his pocket as he does so. "So what kind of pizza do you...uu..." He drags the word out as he reaches the first floor, his eyes first finding Lucky pointing like a hunting dog, which he isn't, and then the suited figure standing there attempting to pick dog hairs off of his black jacket. "Fuck." "Hawk-" The man begins with a grimace, until his dark eyes find Teresa behind Barton. He clears his throat loudly. "Mister...Barton." He corrects himself with a tip of his chin. Barton scowls. "You've been ignoring my calls." The man is short -well...shorter than Barton- and reeks of government bureaucracy. His brown hair is short and his hairline is receding, and he permanently looks like a disapproving teacher Barton once had in middle school. Though, of all the S.H.I.E.L.D agents out there, Agent Donovan was certainly the only one who might have been a high school principle at some point. He had the tone down perfectly. "How did you get into my house?" Barton furrows his brows, looking towards the front door which is neatly sealed. "Sorry, sir. He put me back online." The computer chirps throughout the house. Barton gives a surprised grunt, staring up at the ceiling. "You," He begins, before snapping his attention back to Agent Donovan. "You messed with my tech?" He blurts out loudly. "Perhaps we should speak in a more private place." Donovan comments, giving a friendly but tight-lipped smile to Teresa. "Hello." "Uh, no." Barton shakes his head and moves to the kitchen counter to place the pot down. "No speaking. Whatsoever. I'm busy. Pizza?" He asks towards Teresa again, wiggling his phone in the air. Lucky gives an agreeing bark. Donovan frowns. "By ignoring our means of contacting you, you're violating your parole." He informs Barton in a cataloging tone. And Barton suddenly has the urge to throw his phone. "You seriously come all this way to lecture me?" Barton huffs instead. He doesn't doubt it. "Rules are rules."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 14, 2014 16:58:53 GMT -7
Teresa huffed out a breath when he decided to tease her. Of course he would remember that. She rolled her eyes before looking in his direction once more and standing up before grabbing her bow and arrows off the table. "I don't drink when I use my bow, trust me I tried doing that once and it was the worst mistake I could ever do" mostly because she practically missed every shot she tried to make. She promised never to do it again. She nodded when he said that he drank the stuff. Beer and pizza, it was practically the only thing her and her cousin really shared. Well that and Lexi's younger sister Elizabeth, who was Teresa's full blood cousin. It got very confusing and she tried not to think about it. Especially when she started speaking about step family. But Lexi and Teresa got on better than some people that she actually knew and that's why they were pretty much close. She started to climb the stairs behind Barton and listened as he started to speak once more. "Its nice to know that you think we were going to have dinner" she teased and then bit on her lip. Although at the moment she would do anything not to have to spend the night alone, and not at Flynn's either. She loved the sound of the club and even had been there a couple of times when she had last visited but for some reason she didn't feel like going and maybe that might actually have something to do with the invitation of using an archery range. Even if Barton was a complete stranger to her. He knew Lexi and she had a feeling that she had planned this whole trip for Teresa but at the moment she pretty much didn't care. Teresa looked up when he started to ask what kind of pizza she probably wanted. She reached the main floor behind Barton and saw the suited man before she bit down on her lip. Maybe she should just leave them to it. It sounded like it could be important and they could do pizza and beer another time, because no doubt she would want to use his range again. The sound of the voice that chirps throughout the house made Teresa jump and she couldn't help but let a smile pull at her lips when Barton blurted out. She held up her hand in a wave when the suited man said hello to her. "Maybe I should just leave you to it, it sounds like it could be important" she muttered and then nodded before letting a slight smile pull at her lips. Teresa pulled her lip in between her teeth before reaching into her pocket and grabbing out her car keys. She didn't want to get in the way if this was important for Barton.
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Post by Ray on Jul 14, 2014 17:37:51 GMT -7
"No, no no no no." Barton chants out when Teresa suddenly excuses herself. He can't really blame her. He desperately wants to escape Donovan as well, but the only thing keeping the S.H.I.E.L.D agent from actually getting on his case even worse was Teresa's presence. It's hard to lecture on the legality of Barton's actions or give orders when an unsuspecting bystander was in the picture. Barton might be using her to his advantage, but he'll save the guilt trip for it later. "Not important. Mister Donovan," He sneers the name sarcastically, and the agent only frowns further, unamused. "Was just leaving." A sudden cheery smile lightens up Barton's face. Donovan glares. "Fine." He grunts, but somehow still sounds like a monotone fed. He reaches into his black suit jacket and tugs free a manila folder. A white seal lines the edge, marking it as confidential without having to say it. Barton's blue eyes follow the package as Donovan slaps it down onto the kitchen counter and slides it towards him with two fingers. "Take a look at this and get back to me." Donovan orders, somehow politely, and folds his hands in front of himself again. "I'm staying at the Marriott. You know how to contact me." He nods once, before giving another tight-lipped smile. The threat is plain. Contact him, or S.H.I.E.L.D was going to be at his front door forcing contact. Donovan turns and moves towards the door. "Ma'am." He says as he passes by Teresa, and pulls the door open fluidly. Barton grumbles swears under his breath as the door closes with a click behind the agent, and reaches out to grab the folder and pull it towards himself. Its plain on the outside except for a S.H.I.E.L.D logo in the upper right hand corner. He rummages into a drawer for a knife. "Sorry about that." He says aloud, dragging the edge down along the sealed edge.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 14, 2014 17:57:09 GMT -7
Teresa looked over at Barton once more when he started chanting the word no at her. She gave a slight smile but then looked over at the suited figure and then pulled her lip in between her teeth once more. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, because the truth was that it definitely looked important but it seemed as if Barton didn't want to talk about it. So maybe it was best if she did actually start leaving. But he made it clear that wasn't an option when he said that the suited man, Mister Donovan was leaving. She watched as a folder was slid across the counter towards Barton. Was he part of the group that Lexi was with too? Maybe that's why he looked so official because no one actually knew about the group. She cleared her throat when he said that he was staying at the Marriott and that Barton knew how to contact him. Even from here Teresa could hear the threat behind the words but she didn't say anything. It wasn't any of her business. She looked over when the man passed her and spoke towards her. "Mister Donovan" she said softly and gave a slight smile before watching him shut the door behind himself. Teresa couldn't help but let the sigh out before putting her eyes back on Barton when he spoke and then dragged the knife along the sealed edge of the folder. "It's.. fine" she muttered and then put her bow and arrows down but making sure that they weren't in the way so that neither her or he could trip over them. "I'm guessing that he's part of the group that you and my cousin are part of, right?" she asked and then leaned against the counter from where she was standing. In honestly he didn't have to tell her anything but if it had been important then maybe he did need to speak to the guy. "And does he always turn up unannounced?" she looked in the direction of the door. Maybe Teresa wasn't the only one who had people turn up unannounced, especially ones she never really wanted to see. Including her dad. He had a habit of doing that quite a lot.
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Post by Ray on Jul 14, 2014 18:19:47 GMT -7
"He's....somethin'." Barton replies in a murmur, setting the knife aside and slipping his fingers into the package. To be honest, Barton wasn't exactly sure how to describe Donovan. He wasn't part of their little indie band, which had taken it upon themselves to separate away from S.H.I.E.l.L.D as their own little rogue band of warriors. It wasn't difficult to imagine just how pissed the elite government agency had been, but Steve had consoled them by staying a part of their bullshit and recruiting Sam in as well. No one said anything about Bucky being a part of the team. They knew better than that. Thankfully, neither Clint not Nat had really ever been part of S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place. They'd always been more of hired hands. Outside forces they could send in to avoid all the brutal debate from Congress. Being a mercenary had it's perks. Even if it still came with paperwork. "He's a consultant." Barton explains as he pulls free a stack of papers. Remembering that he could actually answer her. If wasn't like Donovan was going to pile any more shit on him. "Not for the team, but for me. Sometimes he gives me jobs. Sometimes I take them." Sometimes. Though he took more than he turned away. It was good money working for S.H.I.E.L.D, and he'd be the first to admit it. Half of his archery range was built thanks to government paychecks. But he is still going to bitch about taxes. Barton leafs through the papers, scanning the technical mumbo jumbo for the details he actually cared about. As suspected, it's a job. Barton silently grouses as to why they didn't just send Sam after this. Since he was their new chew toy. Damn. Nat was right. He really is bitter about the whole thing. Barton gives a disinterested grunt and tossed the papers back down and reaches for his phone instead. "So. Pizza?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 14, 2014 18:38:55 GMT -7
Teresa nodded when Barton replied but that seemed like all she was going to get about Mister Donovan and maybe that's all she really needed to know about him. Although she got more than she had bargained for when she had actually asked the questions. Maybe she could get answers after all. She nodded once more when Clint said that he was a consultant. "Well he seems a very annoyed one" she admitted and watched the door before bringing her brown eyes back to him. If she was honest, it seemed as if Donovan looked like their was steam coming from his ears and he didn't look too pleased to see her. Maybe he thought she was one of Barton's 'girlfriends' if that's what he usually had anyway. "Well then he's a very angry consultant because clearly he wanted to talk to you and my presence actually stopped him from doing that" she nodded and then stood up straight and put her hands into the pockets of her shorts. So he liked to do jobs on the side, although she wasn't sure what that actually entailed. But she watched as Barton looked through the papers and she couldn't help but be interested in them. Maybe that was the nosy part of her that she couldn't seem to let go of. Her mother had said that she was too nosy for her own good. Maybe that's why she had got in to so much trouble when she was younger, because she had been nosy. Teresa saw Barton toss the papers back down and she nodded when he asked about pizza. "I'm fine with anything" she smiled and while he was busy with his phone she removed her hand from her pocket and reached out to turn the papers towards her slightly. Yep definitely nosy. The problem was that she didn't even understand what the hell it said on there. So she really wasn't getting any knowledge out of looking at the papers. She pulled her lip in between her teeth but kept her eyes down on the paper. God, she was probably going to get into trouble if the other guy found out about her looking at the papers but for some odd reason she really didn't seem to care. It seemed like even in Corpus she couldn't get away from supernatural things.
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Post by Ray on Jul 14, 2014 19:08:56 GMT -7
Annoyed. Barton snorts at the word. That was just the very tip of the iceberg when it came to Donovan. Their entire work relationship centered around being annoyed. A mutual feeling generally. Pissed off described all other times. It didn't help that Donovan hadn't even wanted Barton being a part of S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place. Words such as loose-cannon and liability had come up in a heated debate. He hadn't been all that wrong. Barton had been in prison at the time for being exactly those things. But Donovan's impression of Barton still hasn't altered, and Barton is content with being a pain in the ass. Especially when S.H.I.E.L.D was a pain in his. "Well you worked wonders." He replies, admitting to the fact that her presence causing Donovan's reluctance was about fifty percent of the reason why he insisted she stay. Gotta love civilians. Barton ordered a couple large pizzas over the phone, only a little relieved that he still hadn't ordered enough to be recognized immediately by the guys on the other end. He listed off a variety of specialties, Lucky listening intently with his tail swishing side to side, and couldn't help but notice when Teresa turned the stack of papers towards her. She was trying to be subtle, but she wasn't all that successful. Barton smiled a little to himself and finished the order. "It's a changing she-bear problem in Arizona." He says aloud as he hangs up his cell and sets it onto the counter, turning his attention back towards her as she continued to stare at the file with a confused expression. He was much the same the first time he'd been faced with official documents. But he'd learned to work around them. "A little low-scale for me, but she seems to be wrecking up a storm." He shrugs a little, and dumps out the old coffee into the sink. "Pays 5k."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 14, 2014 19:24:22 GMT -7
Teresa smiled when he said that she had worked wonders. Maybe she did but that didn't mean it wasn't important all the same. She could hear him give the order over the phone but for some reason it had all seemed distant, in fact she wasn't sure what he had ordered only that he had ordered the pizzas. Then his voice seemed to filter through when he said that it was a changing she-bear in Arizona. She had tried to be subtle but she guessed that she pretty much sucked at that too. Teresa had only been interested in what problems Barton's boss, if that was the right word for Donovan, had given him and why it had seemed so important. She pushed her lips together and then looked up at Barton with a slight smile. "I didn't mean to be nosy" she muttered and shrugged up a shoulder before watching as he dumped the cold coffee into the sink. Then he went on to say that it paid 5k. She raised her eyebrow before looking back at the documents. God, she could do with 5k. Hell her and Graeme could do with the money right now. So he hunted and then got paid for it? This seemed a hell of a lot different from the hunting that her father had done or rather still does. It wasn't lost on her that the times he disappeared out of town he was going on a hunting trip. Although it didn't really cause her any problems anymore. Teresa didn't live at the house but in the end he was still her father and the last thing she wanted to do was lose another parent, even if she had practically told him that he could die and she wouldn't care. 5k would be a nice sum to put in the bank and use it whenever things got tight or she could just send some money back for Graeme. But explaining that she was doing the thing that she promised him she wouldn't ever do was going to be hard. Her eyes then moved away from the documents and over to Barton. "I want in" she admitted and nodded once. Mostly because in honesty she could do with the money. She might only be twenty-three, twenty-four on her birthday which was coming up soon, but she still had money worries and helping her boyfriend out would be a good feeling instead of watching him earn for the both of them. It would only be a one time thing, how could that really hurt? No one would have to know where the money came from but she wanted to do it.
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Post by Ray on Jul 14, 2014 19:48:43 GMT -7
Barton flattens his palms out upon the counter top and leans heavily upon them as she watches Teresa apologize for scanning the papers. He could laugh, and a large part of him wants to, but he merely smiles wide. "Don't worry about it. Donovan might be secretive, but I'm sure as hell not." He tells her with a shake of his head. "Once again; why I'm not a spy." He reminds. He's damn good at getting intel, and forgetting anything that doesn't matter to him. But when it comes to missions and who he is, Barton was the worst at the whole secrets game. Not that he isn't a good liar. Barton can lie all day until the cows come home. But keeping up appearances and being a walking-talking-confidential sign, like Nat, is near on impossible for him. That's when he comes up with dumb secret identities like being a radiologist. Radiologists don't even make the kind the money he does. Not in the slightest. "Besides, Lexi seems dead-set on you finding out anyway." He smirks a little. Only because Lexi recruiting her family into this game was the last thing he had anticipated her doing. Running had seemed like a more likely answer. Making out with Sam, even. Barton raises a brow when Teresa suddenly breaks her sudden quiet behavior. Maybe Lexi wasn't far off after all, because Teresa was sure as hell making good at becoming a side-kick. He watches her for a long second, brow remaining curved upwards as he weighs the risks -which are a lot- and the benefits -which are few but would probably be the best entertainment he'd get in a year- and debated whether he should even be considering this in the first place. Common sense says no. But her determination can't help but make him a sucker. "Then how about I show you this," Barton comments, finally breaking his own silence, and turning his gaze downwards. He flips a few of the top sheets of paper and sets them aside, and then turns the file around for Teresa to see. "This is the real ticket." He tells her. S.H.I.E.L.D never just sends one job. Especially not one so mundane. They always have a way of getting him in the end. He taps his finger upon the second file. "Greece. Ten connected suicides. Blackouts. A dozen missing persons. Cause unknown." He draws his hand away and continues to look at her. "10k." He smiles a bit more.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 14, 2014 20:05:46 GMT -7
Teresa couldn't help but huff out a soft laugh. It was probably a good thing he wasn't a spy because she was sure that he wasn't very good at keeping secrets. At least not from those that he should be keeping secrets from anyway, people like her. She nodded when he said about Lexi. In honesty it must've been a big risk for her to go to her cousin, especially with who her father was. If he got one inkling of what Lexi had asked Teresa to do then he would probably be doing back flips, or ringing Jo and getting very angry at her. If her suspicions were right, then Lexi's mother didn't know about this either. She could only imagine just what it would be like when she did find out. A lot of yelling and swearing and no doubt threatening to hunt down those that she had been working with. Teresa gave a slight laugh at that. She cared about Jo but something told her that not even the blonde haired ex hunter would be able to keep Lexi from doing what she had wanted. Especially if that person's name was Sam. She smirked at that thought before she looked over at Barton when he finally spoke and she looked down at the second file. Maybe she could stretch it to two. She looked over the file before pulling her lip in between her teeth once more. 10k. Teresa was sure that Graeme didn't even make that in three months and she would be getting that in one hunt. "To be honest I think Lexi knows that I'm the only one she can really trust with stuff like this" she admitted and nudged her head towards the paper work. It would suggest that was the case if she was coming to Teresa with stuff like this rather than her own siblings. James was no doubt back from overseas and soon Jace would be probably joining his other two siblings in Corpus. But no, it wasn't them Lexi had gone too but her cousin. "I've never been to Greece before" she muttered before letting a smile pull at her lips slowly then looked up at Barton. "When do we go?" she asked before letting a grin pull at her lips this time and put her hands into her pockets once more. Lexi would be thrilled with the notion that Teresa had joined this group, even if it was for two hunts and the money. Plus Barton didn't seem too bad of a person to go on these two hunts with.
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Post by Ray on Jul 14, 2014 20:44:06 GMT -7
Barton allows himself to smile a little wider at her answer. He wasn't about to say that this is the smartest decision he'd ever made. Teresa was, by all means, a novice when it came to this world. She might understand the fundamentals of the supernatural, coming from an apparent family of hunters, and she might be pretty damn good with a bow. But both of those things were very different compared to the actual field. There wasn't margin for error, and even the pros could get royally fucked even when doing all the right things. If he was a smart man, he would take her on the job to Arizona only and see what she does with that. But what part of Barton's life has ever indicated that he was smart? In a less than theatrical, but certainly not subtle, way, Barton shoved the papers containing the information for the she-bear off of the counter, letting them fall to the group in a messy forgotten heap for Lucky to sniff at. He shrugs up his shoulders and sets his elbows down onto the counter, hovering over the remaining Greece file. The only one of the two he was interested in. Some S.H.I.E.L.D mook could take care of the she-bear. "Donovan would say as soon as possible," He admits, settling his blue eyes onto Teresa's face once more. "But I'm a little less needy. When do you want to go?" He asks instead. There was no doubt in his mind that some coordination was involved in this whole ordeal. Not only would she have to tell Lexi about the whole thing, but maybe set up an excuse for why she was disappearing out of Texas all together for a couple of days. If Lexi even let her go in the first place, even after setting her up as a side-kick.
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