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Around ten the next morning, Steve looked up from his spot on the floor at the sound of his lock rattling, surrounded by the piles of paper he was trying to organise, desperate to find a rhyme or reason to their being there. Clint finally burst in, and Steve could tell he was drunk off his ass by the glare Clint sent the door for daring to bar his way.
“Hawkeye,” he greeted, trying very hard not to sound too judgemental. It wasn’t every day you woke up in an alternate reality to find your dead lover alive.
Clint raised a hand and stumbled to the couch. He fell onto it face first, and Steve sighed. It wasn’t that he’d been expecting the worst, exactly, more that he’d had more than his fair share of strangeness happen to him and, in his experience, it rarely ended in best-case scenarios.
“He’s married,” Clint said, his voice muffled by the cushion. “He’s married, and it’s not to me.”
Steve winced. “I’m sorry.” He was. He’d read Peggy’s file, and while he was happy that she hadn’t pined her life away for him, he still had an urge to punch something whenever he thought about it.
Clint lifted his head from the couch, a weave pattern indented into his cheek. “I think this is harder,” he rasped, and his face was painfully open, the hurt lay bare for Steve to see. “At home, he’s dead, but I know he loved me. When I - last night, he looked at me like I was an inconvenience. I never knew something could hurt that bad.” His eyes started to well up, and Steve tried to tamp down his panic. He’d never been good with crying people, even when he was a scrawny asthmatic kid comforting Bucky’s sisters over skinned knees.
But Clint looked so lost, and Steve couldn’t blame him, and here they were stranded in a world even stranger than the one he’d woken up in. So Steve stood and walked to the sofa, and let Clint cuddle up against him while he cried his eyes out, secure in the knowledge that only one of them was sober enough to remember this.
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Natasha had checked in that morning as promised, but it wasn’t until her call at 2 PM that they got any kind of news. She had found Bruce, and the two of them were working on returning stateside.
“But like you said, Cap, the army’s after me. I think I speak for everyone when I say that them getting a hold of me would be bad.”
Steve managed not to growl into the phone. His protective side was raging, thanks to the cried-out unconscious Clint on his couch and the idea of Bruce, meek, kind, unassuming Bruce, locked in a hole somewhere. “It’s not an option, Bruce, don’t worry about it. If anyone can get you past them, it’s Black Widow.”
Steve didn’t hear Bruce’s reply, because suddenly his phone is shrieking, a red light on its screen flashing in time. Clint bolted upright, hand going for the gun Steve relieved him of that morning, and pure terror passed over his face before he focused on Steve.
“I’ve got to go. Check in at 20:00, Banner, Widow.”
“Sure thing, Cap,” Natasha said.
Clint’s hangover must have hit him at that moment, because all of a sudden Steve’s phone was being flung at his forehead and swearing lit the air blue.
“Will you fucking answer that and put me out of my misery?”
Steve rolled his eyes and accepted the call. “Rogers.”
“Captain, there’s a situation brewing in Flushing Meadows,” said Coulson. “You’re required onsite ASAP.”
Steve watched Clint warily as he started fiddling with Steve’s coffee maker. “Wilco, sir. Quinjet enroute?”
There was a pause. “I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about, Captain, but this is hardly the time for jokes. You and your motorcycle had better make excellent time.”
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OMG! I about died laughing, it was that or cry for feeling so sorry for Captain. Although, I like the fact he still has his motorcycle.
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(I'LL BE WATCHING CITIZEN KANE AND I'LL BE LIKE "THIS IS GREAT AND EVERYTHING BUT WHERE IS TONY")
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But see my above comment re. Thor.......... it applies to Tony, DARE I SAY
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