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“Wow, I don’t think anyone’s called me kid in years,” Clint said with a laugh of his own. “But I guess I’ll take you up on it, Dick. Thanks, dude.” He followed the other man back inside, his mood lightening at the prospect of actually getting to eat his pizza. “I can probably afford to buy you some shitty beer in return.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” he joked. “Nat would’ve been so proud of me, getting picked up by a hot guy outside a pizza joint.” And honestly? That did sound like something Clint would do. 

the laugh that escapes his lips is more like a loud breath, his lungs compressing in an almost-scoff, the kind that ruffles his hair and tilts his chin downwards, the kind that tugs the corner of his lips upwards into a cracked, half-smile; friendly, in that classic grayson way. “dick grayson, possibly the hungriest guy in the world. stick with me, kid, we’ll break all the guinness records together.” the chuckle that bubbles up from his lips is a bit nervous and awkward, but there’s not much else to say.

“no no, i really– i insist. i was heading inside to get some myself, anyway.” he motions back towards the door just behind the other guy before glancing down towards the slice momentarily. “i mean you don’t have to come inside with me if you don’t want to, i can just bring it out– that is, if you’re not in too much of a hurry?” he gives a small shrug as he swings the door open for them both, his smile turning sly in a joking manner as he winks playfully. “promise it’s not a date or anything.”

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“I’m not in danger,” She defends and then heaves a sigh. She worried about those things, about his — manners or lack thereof. There was nothing she could do about it right now. It wasn’t because she didn’t think he was responsible — sort of. He was an adult. She just worried how other people saw him, really. Wanda shakes her head, tucking her wild hair into place behind her ears with a sigh. “Not at all. I think I would… know,” She gestures vaguely. “You know, I’d feel it or something. I hope.” She hadn’t exactly felt anything when Clint and Tasha came over, but she was listening. Consulting books. She would know next time. “Hey come on, no need to be that way,” But she was suppressing a smirk. “It’s not so bad!” And with that, Wanda laughed — it felt good. “Maybe you don’t, but you enjoy it when it happens and that is just as bad!”

“You disappeared into thin air,” Clint said, raising an eyebrow at her. “I know you’re okay, and you know you’re okay, but Pietro sure as hell can’t say for sure.” 

Clint was never too sure about the extent of Wanda’s powers, so he just took her word for it. “How is the magic-y stuff working for you here anyways?” he asked. “Like, considering this place doesn’t have magic of it’s own.”

“Why are you guys so mean to me?” Clint asked with a pout, his eyes full of amusement. “And don’t pretend I’m the only one who enjoys blowing stuff up! Have you met Tony?”

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nctromanova‌:

“A whole new universe to get into trouble in.” She said with a quirk of her eyebrows, and a hint of a smile playing about her lips. “I had a plan for ours, so first step is finding the differences. May as well reformulate, but it’s a solid skeleton…”  It helped to have a list of things to do, to focus her mind on something achievable.

Clint wielded his bows like an extension of himself, and though she treated it casually, she was still aware of the gravity between them. Like he’d let her reach out and take a part of his soul without complaint. She twirled it once between her fingers then offered it back, dipping her head to glance up at him through her eyelashes.

“Think you can impress me?”

He accepted the bow back with a small grin, twirling it in his own fingers a few ties before getting a grip on it. His arrows had been shoved down the leg of his pants, which probably wasn’t the safest place, but would do in a pinch. He reached into the front pocket of his jeans, the hole he had ripped in them letting him pull them out. 

“Pick a target, any target,” he said, channeling his circus persona. He notched a few arrows, letting his gaze roam around the room, looking for something suitably impressive to hit. 

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flash-me-a-smile‌:

It had only been a few days since Dick had moved into the apartment, and Wally still felt the crackle of near-hysterical euphoria in his veins, all the emptiness of the apartment vanished, all the loneliness gone. He’d been delighted to know the others were here, but to have Dick by his side was just that little bit extra he really needed to stop looking at this place as something disconnected, something that didn’t concerned him, and make it home.

He had his headphones on, jamming to the music, too loud, checking his phone. He didn’t see the other guy at all, bumping into him and man, this was really becoming a habit, wasn’t it?

He watched the pizza slide to the ground in slow motion, and like a dumbass, reached out for it, only half-way through realizing hey hey maybe don”t flaunt your powers, but then also thinking but pizza!

Fuck it. Pizza was important. He reached out, catching the slice right before it dropped.

“No, no, it’s okay!” he said, through his blasting music, shoving the headphones off. “No, look, I caught it, you’re cool.” Also ew, gross, that was a lot of grease.

He stood up, smiling a little awkwardly and offering the slice of pizza back. “Yeah, uhm, sorry for nearly ruining your pizza.”

For a brief moment, Clint’s heart lurched at the super speed, his thoughts jumping to Pietro. Was it him?

But then the world reasserted itself. No, Pietro, the little shit, wouldn’t have been so nice as to rescue his pizza. He probably would have just laughed at the look on Clint’s face. So he brought his eyes up, seeing red hair instead of silver, and put on a only slightly strained smile.

“Thanks, man. You saved my butt,” he said, accepting it back. “I would offer to buy you a slice as thanks, but I’m a little short on change,” he said awkwardly. “The government isn’t exactly giving us a whole lot to live on, huh?” Because Pietro or not, he knew a speedster when he saw one.

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“I’ll show you.” She promised in an even tone. Not all of them, but he had to expect that from her at this point. There would always be things she needed to keep to herself, even from him. “Then again, Pentagon may have more useful information.” While also being trickier to infiltrate. Not that the CIA would be easy either. A smile flickered over her lips at his request, and she dipped her head in a nod. “I have it under control. And I’ve got you back on my six.“

Her eyes darted up to meet his as a quiet laugh slipped from her, and she swiped his bow before tipping her head, not bothering to sit back, though she did release his shirt. “Don’t think I’d pick a better place than an abandoned office building if I had that in mind?”

Sadly, Clint could already see this turning into a mission in his head. He had been hoping to just lie low, treat this as a weird vacation while the science guys did all the work. But that was never his life. Apparently, breaking into the Pentagon was. “You know you just have to say the word and I’m there,” he promised. “No getting into trouble without me.”

“I don’t know, Nat, I’ve known you to do stranger,” he said with a laugh. He tracked the bow with his eyes, trusting her with it, but still paranoid. He had knives in his boots, but he never felt steady unless an arrow was in hand. “You looking to see some trick shots?” he asked knowingly.

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Jason almost laughed at the man’s tone, but just pulled a smile instead. To be honest he knew exactly how the man felt. “Sorry man. I’ll buy you another slice.” It was a strange but, Jason had been in a far better mood overall since he had people under his command. Most of them his age or younger. They were kids like he used to be. And for once, there was no one nagging over his shoulder. He slept better, and was nicer to everyone. Who knew that not having his family hound his every move could make him feel better. 

He was pretty sure common etiquette said he was supposed to refuse the offer, but hey, free pizza. It’s not like Clint could afford to buy himself more, and his only other option was going to mooch off of Nat or Wanda, neither of whom would be very impressed. So instead, he looked up at the man with a grateful grin. “You’re a saint.”

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“Did you see him before —“ Wanda asks, suddenly animated. “How long have you been here? Was he upset?” That seemed a silly question — he would be upset wondering where she had gone. She wondered how long before he assumed something terrible had happened to her. Then, she wondered how much longer before he assumed she had just deserted him. “He’s always still kicking,” she agrees, deflating a little. “I am in the housing, yes. It has been — I am not used to living alone,” She decided to keep it simple. She had always been with Pietro, then with the Brotherhood, then with the Avengers. She wasn’t sure she particularly enjoyed being in the housing. There were people living on all sides of her but the tension was palpable — anyway none of those people were her people.

“Haven’t found a real job yet, have to say, being the Scarlet Witch hardly pays the bills,” she smirks. “But there is a lot of crime here. Unchecked crime. Better than sitting on my hands, blow anything up lately?” She teases.

“I’ve been here a week, maybe two,” he told her. “So yeah, I’ve seen him pretty recently.” Clint had been rather busy searching for Nat in the far corners of the world, but he had heard from Pietro. Technically, his assignment had just been to find Black Widow, but he had been keeping his eyes open for any sign of Wanda too. The twins were his friends, no matter what had happened in the past. 

“You’re kidding, right?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure Pietro is always some level of grumpy, especially when you’re in danger.”

Clint wasn’t sure what to say on the living situation. He was used to living alone, and so was Nat, leaving the only other options Wanda’s fellow mutants. Which he definitely couldn’t speak for. “Besides me and Nat, have you run into anyone else you know here?”

“Good to know any New York is a shit show,” he said dryly. 

“And why do you guys keep assuming I blow things up on purpose?” he asked with a pout.

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Natasha looked at Clint a long moment, letting it settle in more than she knew he’d have liked based on that shrug of his. She drummed her fingers in sequence against the cheap metal of the desk once, and the noise reverberated through the second of quiet in the abandoned room.

“Maybe Sue’ll get sucked in and it’ll become his number one priority.” Nat scoffed with a huff and flick of her hair. Then again, if he was as absorbed in whatever his current project as she knew he could get, he might not even notice for a few days.

“Nadia Rhoades. Grew up in Philly, UPenn undergrad, Columbia Law. Watching all the official channels, and the unofficial ones. Setting up safe houses. Making contacts. Been wondering if it’s worth it to see if I can get access to Langley. Maybe dig up the credentials of some sort of deep cover agent that’s been presumed dead and take her place…” As she spoke, in her matter-of-fact missions briefing sort of way, she tugged at the front of his shirt, lifting it up slightly and leaning forward (in a way that would be very precarious for anyone else) from her perch to go for the collapsible bow she knew he had to have holstered somewhere on him. Maybe she could get this scratching worry from her mind if she saw him shoot.

“Nadia, huh?” he repeated, committing her cover story to memory. “Am I gonna get to see a couple of these safe houses, or are they just for you?” he asked. He wouldn’t be the one to slip up and blow it for her. He felt a hint of fear as she spoke, but he kept it tamped down. She could handle herself much better than anyone, even if the thought of what would happen if they caught her crossed his mind. “Just let me know if we’re about to become fugitives again, okay?” he joked.

He raised an eyebrow as she pulled up his shirt, looking down at her with an amused expression. “Trying to get me naked already, Nat?” he teased. He was pretty sure she was just checking for weapons or injuries, but there was a little bit of hope he prayed she didn’t notice there. 

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nctromanova‌:

The paranoia still scratched at the back of her mind, that there were more tests she should do to be positive it was him, her Clint, and not some impostor or multiverse duplicate, but she could be patient, take that slow and tease out the confirmation she needed. It wouldn’t be anything new for her to live in a constant low level of suspicion. And it was- he- she wanted to believe it was him, however much she didn’t want to give into any sentimentality in such a dangerous time. Nat backed up to perch on the desk again as she listened, watching him carefully.

“I think she’s aware you’d have gone looking for me anyways.” Nat said with a roll of her eyes, though a fond smile played beneath it. She inclined her head slightly. “You couldn’t have known.” Wanda had told her more people had disappeared after Nat, but that no one had gotten quite far in any good theories.

“Bets on him, Bruce, or Reed being the one to do it?”

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t just let those idiots think you were dead,” he said with a shrug, trying to brush it off. Many people had pointed out how unhealthily attached he was to Nat, including Bobbi a few times.

“Reed would probably figure it out the quickest, but he’s got the strangest idea of what is considered ‘his problem.’“ Was it wrong for him to hope one of the Fantastic Four ended up here? Just so that it would get Reed off his ass and actually help them out.

“What have you been up to here?” he asked, wanting to hear more about this new world. He was sure Nat could handle anything, but more information never hurt.

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wanda-maximcffs‌:

“Pietro isn’t…” She shrugs a little. It felt like all she could talk or think about. It oscillated between worry for Pietro and worry for Billy and Tommy. At least they had other people around them — they had each other. Without her Pietro was alone and that was almost never good. Anyway, Clint was his best friend, even though neither of them would admit it. “Too stubborn to die, that’s one way to put it. Though, you out stubborn us,” She smirks. “Are you living where they sequestered us?” She asks, taking a sip of her tea, almost defiantly, if one could sip tea defiantly.

A brief frown crossed his face as she brought up Pietro. The twins had always been overprotective of each other. If Clint had been upset when Natasha had disappeared, Pietro had been downright deranged at the disappearance of his sister. 

“He’s still kicking,” he assured her. “Him, and the rest of your family.”

“Yeah, I am,” he said. “I’m used to living in dumps.” Just having a roof over his head was enough for him. Anything else was a luxury. “What about you? What have you been up to?”

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flyingdgrayson‌:

dick’s been to new york a few times now, in and out of the city for various missions and wayne enterprises expeditions, but there’s something about this particular new york that sits inside him strangely, seeps down into his bones like the rain that still haunts building walls and alleyway cement floors from a few hours ago, as though the musty cadence of it clings to his lungs. he’s not sure if he likes it or is discomforted by it, but he definitely misses home, definitely misses his own beat, his own hang-outs.

still. at least there’s a few prizes left in the world and this dimension isn’t as foreign to him as it could have possibly been ( what’s a new york without pizza though, right? ) and when his stomach growls, he knows exactly how to fill it. he steps around the corner towards the little shop in the downtown metropolis and collides smack against someone holding their own little slice of heaven, the piece falling to the ground instantly. “oh! i’m– i’m so sorry.” his tone breaks with all the shock as though he’d killed someone, his eyes staring downwards for a second. “wow, today is really not working for me, it’s a conspiracy.” dark eyes shift upwards to the stranger. “i can fix this. let me buy you another.”

“Welcome to my life, dude,” Clint said with a sad sigh, looking down at the pizza. Honestly, he really should have expected this. Even in a world without supervillains, Lady Luck was not on his side. “Clint Baron, unluckiest guy in the world,” he said by way of introduction.

“You don’t have to do that,” he reassured him, though the non-existent weight of his wallet meant he probably couldn’t get more himself. Maybe one of the bodegas had something cheap? Nothing as good as this would have been though. Maybe he would go beg food off of Natasha.

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If there was one thing Clint was grateful for, it was that this New York still had the best damn pizza in the world. He flipped his change up into the air, catching it easily and sliding it into his back pocket. He turned to head out the door, intent on wandering the city some more, seeing what had changed. As the door opened, he bumped into someone else, and his slice slid to the ground with a sad plop.

“Awww, pizza, no.”

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nctromanova‌:

“I’ve known certain men to do some very idiotic things.” A smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth, but even still she can’t be as dry about her jokes as she usually is. 

When he hugged her, she wrapped her arms around him in return, leaning forwards towards him and resting her cheek against his. Even this was familiar, if rare, and she exhaled softly, letting some of the tension she always held seep out of her. Clint always felt warm, and real, and there, and some of the ever-present paranoia faded to the back of her mind in the sense of him before they parted again.

She had missed him too. Nat met his eyes and inclined her head the slightest amount, and blindly reached forward to brush her fingers against his. After letting the moment hang, she pulled her hand back and arched her eyebrows. It didn’t surprise her there’d been contention, but the goons weren’t who concerned her. “I’m sure they will… What was Hill’s verdict?”

He let himself dwell in the soft moment for a moment, enjoying it while it lasted. God, it was so good to finally see her again.

“Hill assigned me to find you,” he told her. “I was ready to yell my way onto the mission, but she took one look at me and told me to suit up.” Clint hadn’t been an active SHEILD member at the time, but some things were worth going back for, and Nat would always be one of them. “Not that I did a whole lot of good, given that you were a whole dimension away,” he pointed out dryly. 

“But hey, I’m sure Tony or someone will figure this shit out.”

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wanda-maximcffs‌:

Wanda turned her attention toward the man across from her. Recognition was almost delayed because it was hard to believe Clint was sitting there. She felt almost frozen, “Tea,” was all she said before the papers fluttered to the ground and she stood up and tugged him up to hug him.  

And then after a moment. “Is that how you greet a friend who has fallen through to another dimension?” She asks, pulling away so she could glare at him a little. Looking him over, he seemed fine, and so she sat. “We’ve been looking for you… It’s just me and Natasha.”

A fond smile crossed his face as she pulled him up into a hug. She seemed to be just the same as when they had last seen each other, so he relaxed. He didn’t want to admit he had been slightly worried when she hadn’t returned within a few weeks. Wanda had always been one of his most powerful friends, so the idea that she had gotten stuck here as well had surprised him.

“Well, I knew you two were okay,” he said with a shrug.. “You and Nat are too stubborn to die.”