Quicklog; Clint B
[With things calming down post the infection of the toxin, Clint had time to get his apartment straightened up. It took some doing to clean up what Jo had done in her toxin fear induced state, but he was able to get it cleaned up nonetheless. It wasn't until he had finished that he noticed something was amiss. The SIM card that had been in his pocket during Jo's attempt to unpossess him was gone. He searched everywhere for it in his apartment and was coming up empty. He frowned. Someone had taken it. And he knew it hadn't been Jo. She hadn't been in her right state of mind for it. Which left only one person.
Barnes.
Somehow he had gotten ahold of the SIM card from his pocket. It was only a matter of time now before he was found out. He had to move. Before the others recovered enough to come after him. He quickly packed a mission bag, grabbed his bow, and slipped out of the apartment and using the still confused streets to melt away. Hopefully Natasha would be too distracted with her kid recovering to come after him. He wasn't worried about Barnes or Rogers. Neither knew him. He wasn't from the same world as Barnes and Rogers he had deduced that they had barely been on a few missions together. No. The biggest threat to him was Natasha. She knew him. Knew his safe houses and how he thought and worked given how long they had been partners.
He continued on his way, heading for his safe house near Coney Island where he had stayed all those years ago when he had been a carny before the military and SHIELD.]