Atlas Gym, Saturday

[so_hawkward]

Clint had listened to Tony's radio, and certainly noticed there was more than one of him - ah, the stuff of nightmares - but somehow that hadn't translated to anything in Clint's head until he got to the gym and noticed there were a lot more people than usual, and he didn't recognize most of them.

"Oh, it's one of those weekends," he muttered,

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[firstnameagent]

As long as Coulson was making the rounds, he couldn't resist stopping in to check up on one of his favorite operatives.

"Barton. Nice to see you're still around," Coulson said. Take THAT, paperwork.

[so_hawkward]

Clint looked up at the familiar voice and broke into a grin. "Coulson? Uh, it's good to see you too, sir. What are you doing here?"

[firstnameagent]

"A portal brought me," Coulson said. "And I figured if I was in town anyway, it couldn't hurt to check up on people. Personally, not for business."

"Probably."

[so_hawkward]

"I have a feeling you weren't the only one dealing with a portal today," Clint said. "But I'm glad you came by. I have news you may or may not believe."