Peter B | Clint Barton
This was definitely the Twilight Zone, Peter was convinced of that the second he started seeing people he might have known but weren't quite right. He'd seen enough of that over the last week to know when it was happening again.
He'd already tried humming the theme song earlier with no luck, so he'd grabbed something to eat and put a little bit of distance between himself and the others who were gathering and talking.
It wasn't exactly a cheeseburger, but considering the alternative he wasn't about to complain - he'd save that for a few days in.
"You gonna call me out on my table manners or what, my dude?" He asked when the feeling of eyes on him grew to be too much to go on ignoring, turning to look at a guy who was familiar enough but just wrong enough that Peter hadn't felt the need to get close - but the eyes thing, that itched.