Clint frowned and turned his neck slightly to left. He was standing in his private quarters looking down in the mirror. Satisfied, He turned and tossed his razor in the drawer and washed himself off. It was easy to admit how much better it really did feel to have a clean shave again. Not only that but the old gang was back together again. East and west united. Too bad it was all for nothing. The city was gone, enslaved by this sudden illness. The very same sickness that had destroyed Los Angeles. Not to mention to sudden news regarding Pietro’s whereabouts. The idiot had gone and got himself captured. In Genosha no less. Clint was really going to kick his ass this time. No joking aside. The real victim in all this was Wanda. She’d been worried sick for weeks waiting on him. Now that they knew, Cap had made the call to wait it out. Look after the city first and only then go on a rescue op. Barton understood the reasoning, he really did. But that didn’t make him or more importantly..Wanda feel any better.
On a sudden lark he decided to stroll down to her place and see how she was holding up. It was strange, he used to avoid the witch at all costs but now not so much. Whatever, things change. So he trotted up to her room and knocked once before abruptly walking in. “Hey Wanda, I was wondering..” That’s when he noticed her standing there in costume. “What the hell are you doing?!” She was planning something. Maximoff didn’t just hang out in work clothes like this. Especially not at this hour. Lucy, you gotta lota explainin to do...