Who: Bruce Banner (greenskin) & Clint Barton (i_nevermiss) What: Old/New friends meeting for a chat and drink. Where: #5 Dining Car When: Back-logged to May 17, after their Network chat Warnings/Ratings: TBD Status: Closed, Ongoing
Clint Barton was uncomfortable and slightly itchy. Estranged from his home plane (was that a good name for it? Clint had never been one for physics or any other of that sciency mumbo jumbo) where he didn’t know practically anyone and was stuck in his Kevlar lined fighting suit. It wasn’t meant for extended wear, that’s for sure.
But sure, he’d met Lucifer (and wasn’t that a mind-fuck, meeting the Devil himself), Jo (Clint was glad he’d gotten that chance for sure, she was pretty awesome) and he’d talked to a handful of others over the network thing that the train had set up. But that was completely different from actually having someone he knew.
Then Bruce fuckin’ Banner had made an appearance on his little chat and Clint could have wept from relief. This Bruce, however, had been taken by the train about a year before the conglomeration of events that included the assembling of the Avengers Initiative and Loki almost taking over the world, and Clint was another two years into the future of that.
Yes, another mindfuck, but Clint would take it happily as long as he got the see the Bruce’s face.
Clint didn’t much have a family before the Avengers, sure Barney was his brother and the circus had taken them both in, but that was a can of worms stuck in a bag full of cats -- twelve kinds of super crazy complicated that he didn’t want to think about on a good day, much less when having a panic attack after being kidnapped by a semi-sentient evil train.
So the Initiative had kind of grouped together after Stark had rebuilt Avengers Tower and become this hodge-podge of family that none of the members ever really got the chance to have. It was weird, but it was home and Clint was missing it something crazy, even just after a few days.
Bruce showing up had been a tiny miracle that Clint wasn’t about to pass up. He could just hope he didn’t kind of freak the guy out, knowing him in a way that Bruce didn’t know Clint in return. That could get messy if Clint wasn’t careful, he didn’t want to suppose Bruce was the same person as his Bruce in the future.
Clint shook his head to try and muddle through his thoughts as he trudged from car to car, pretty much ignoring anyone he happened to pass. It only took a few minutes to reach the forward dining car that Bruce said he’d meet him in.
Taking a deep breath, Clint opened the door and took a few steps in, eyes surveying the area without conscious thought.