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When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

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Clint's not been in the best place for company all week, drowning in paperwork and moping about things, but he's in a good mood this evening and feels like checking in with people while everyone's gathered together.

He caught up with the network that morning, so he saw her announcing that she's a banshee, but he doesn't bring up the topic; he'll listen, though, if she wants to talk, he's not half bad at that.

Perching himself on the arm of the sofa, Clint offers out a beer, because he couldn't turn up without something to pass around and it's not like he's doing anything else with his money. "Not sitting with your friends?"

"I like sitting on my own. It gives people a chance to come visit me." Like a queen, accepting supplicants. Lydia has this social dominance thing down pat. Presumably.

She turns down the beer though, craning her head to look up at him with a smile. "See? One of my friends is sitting with me right now."

"That makes me feel better about coming over." He lowers himself from the perch of the armrest and drops onto the empty cushion beside her with relative grace.

He pops the top off the beer and takes a sip himself, and then looks at her, gesturing between the two of them with a finger and a smile, as if asking You and me? teasingly. "Could do with a few more friends."

"Do you have trouble making friends?" Lydia asks, and while her curiosity is genuine, there's definitely a flirtatious edge to it. "Because you seem to be doing a pretty good job right now."

"Nah, but keeping 'em? Different story." It's never really bothered him, though, in fact he's often preferred it, and he shrugs to expresses as much. But here it's different here, it's familiar in its way, it's just not home with the comfort that comes with it. Still, there's a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Something tells me I'm not gonna have a problem with it here."

"Are you a high maintenance sort of friend?" Lydia asks blithely. "Because believe me when I say I'm a champ when it comes to high maintenance friends, believe me. Is there anyone here from your universe? World, dimension, whatever."

"Like to think I'm not too high maintenance, but I'm probably not the best judge." He seriously loves how she approaches all things. "Natasha, Steve, Tony - they're all from my world. But we're not exactly close." Well, Natasha can be.

"Tony." she makes a little point dot with her finger. "We've talked before. I actually have an interview scheduled with him to work at his lab." She cocks her head. "So what do you do? I mean when you're not trapped in a fixed point dimension of the time-space continuum."

"You met him and still want to work with him?" He's teasing; he's seen City Solutions with various versions of the man, and his dad, so he knows what a wondrous place it can be, even if he doesn't exactly understand most of it.

He usually hopes no one asks that question. "Similar to what I do here, but instead of being on the force, I work for an organisation that deals in threats."

"We actually had a very stimulating conversation. He's clearly brilliant; he's gonna hire me, after all." says Lydia blithely, and then peers at Clint, visibly intrigued. "Like Homeland Security? Or the CIA?"

"He does like to boast about being a genius, but unless he's using sarcasm, I have no idea what he says most of the time." Well, he understands more than he lets on, but he tries to keep that side to himself; he's not the smartest on paper, but he's not stupid. He's also getting a strong impression that she's possibly not too far off being a genius in the making. "Neither of them, but definitely like them."

"More secret than Homeland Security or the CIA? If you tell me, will you have to kill me?" Her smile increases. "We're from different universes you know, and neither of us will remember this place when we go back. Are you sure I can't persuade you to tell me now that I'm positively aching with curiosity?"

"Until recently? Yeah. And you have no idea how many bodies have piled up over the years from a slip here or there." He's kidding on that last part, but it's hard to tell. He's never sure of the chances that someone from the City will head back home and turn out to be from the same universe, though, even if it's a different place or time. But the Avengers were all over the news before he got here, even if he was a little less out of the limelight than the others. "If I don't, will you ever let it go?"

Ooh, a good question. She bites the side of her lip, casting her eyes heavenward, and then gazes at him with large doe-eyed, green and sparkling, and the likes of Clint Barton is no doubt meant of much sterner stuff, but really.

She's probably just kidding and seeing how far she can push.

Probably.

It's probably a weakness for strong women with red hair, but it doesn't take him long to cave; he's so thankful he's never been kidnapped by her and tortured for information, he'd never last long.

"Fine, I'll tell. But it's between you and me, yeah?" The less people that know, the better; he's not eager to have weird looks cast his way again after what happened just before he got here.

She's strong, but in a distinctly different way than Natasha. Truth be told, if Lydia met he Black Widow, she'd probably want to be her when she grew up. Except for the whole, you know, killing lots of people part.

"You have my attention." she says to Clint, eyes alight with curiosity.

In future, Clint might have to make a point to keep the two of them as far away from each other as possible, because the world definitely could never handle it without imploding in on itself.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. It was a secret government agency, but then aliens invaded and it was less of a secret."

"If it's less of a secret now anyway, why are you worried?" Lydia's curiousity is piqued. "I won't be shouting it to the rooftops, I promise. Not that there's actually a US government here, but I get it. It's hard to deviate from vigilance you've maintained for a very long time."

"The organisation is less of a secret. But me? It's kinda vital to my position if my identity avoids becoming public knowledge." The Avengers aren't always going to be needed, he hopes, and he plans to stick it out with SHIELD as long as he can. "And it's definitely a habit I've picked up over the years to keep work and personal stuff separate."

"If you'll forgive my saying so," and she dimples at him to aid in convincing him to forgive her, "It seems to me the ratio for you between work and personal stuff isn't exactly on an even keel, either." There's a tilt of her head. "But I'm guessing you like it that way? Or are used to it, at least."

"You're not wrong," he shrugs, like he's okay with it, or at least aware of it. "Used to it, I guess. And before I got here? Never had much of a personal life to speak of outside of work."

"Are you taking advantage of the break at all?" Lydia queries. "I mean, if you have the opportunity. Or has being kind of all work and no play made Clint a shy boy?"

"Shy?" he asks, amused at the thought, but he does tend to spend more time in his own company than anything. "Not sure about that, but I could probably make better use of the time."

"Well, you can make that a resolution and start right now." Lydia suggests. "You like Star Wars, or just here for the company?"

"Both." He shrugs, sparing the screen another glance, but he's seen the originals enough times to follow it easily. "It's not something I brag about, but I don't mind the odd sci-fi movie. And any excuse to catch up with everyone works."

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