Who: Clint and his reflection What: Clint does a dumb Where: Clint and Leia's room When: Week 7, Day 4 Warnings: mild language? Status: complete
Life had been weird for Clint for… quite a long time. First, he lost his best friend on Vormir. Then- waking up nude in a strange place in the middle of a featureless void had been disconcerting to say the least. Then there was the consistent weirdness of the campus, sometimes void-bound and sometimes in other strange or disconcerting locales. Not a one of them had decent pizza, which was a terrible shame. Then there was the walking radish that had adopted him.
Now Natasha was back, but she wasn’t his Natasha. That didn’t make him any less glad to see her. The guilt he’d been carrying since Vormir had lifted slightly, and the grief had given way to… something. He wasn’t sure what to do with his feelings for her- they’d merely been inconvenient when they’d worked together before but now, knowing how empty his life felt without her- they were strong enough that he’d have to do something about it.
But what? He wasn’t exactly a “grand romantic gestures” kind of guy. He stopped in front of the mirror in the dorm room he shared with Leia and ran a hand through his hair. To his surprise, his reflection didn’t do the same, just sort of stared at him with an unreadable expression. That was… more odd than the normal amount of odd.
He leaned in closer to the mirror and studied his reflection. It was still definitely him, but something in the way his reflection carried himself spoke to something harder, more cynical. “What the hell?” He mumbled.
“Nice of you to finally notice. Jackass.” Said his reflection. Clint stepped back from the mirror in shock. He’d seen a little bit of chatter on the network about talking reflections, but he assumed that was for special people, not for him.
“Who are you?” He asked the reflection, and it gave him a rude gesture.
“Who do you think I am? I’m you.”
“Bullshit.” Clint replied.
“You’re right- I’m you, but better.” The mirror smirked. “I’m you without your stupid hang-ups and qualms.”
“How did you- why are yo-“ Clint began, but his reflection cut him off.
“You’re not smart enough to figure this out, even if I did explain to you. So I’m not gonna.” His reflection crossed its arms.
Clint stalked up to the mirror and jabbed a finger onto the glass- “Now listen-“ he started to say, but was cut off as his finger sunk through the glass and into the space beyond it. That was a mistake. Moving faster than he thought possible, the reflection grabbed hold and bodily pulled Clint into the mirror, switching places with him.
“There, that’s more like it.” The reflection said, looking at Clint, now trapped in close confines of the mirror. Clint pounded on the glass, but his reflection just smiled cheerily and waved.
“Thanks for the save. See ya!” And then Clint was left alone.