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An Arrival and a Video
(Action Closed to Natasha)
He’s alone. Clint can tell that much from the position he is in on his back. His eyes are closed but he doesn’t hear a thing, not even the tell-tale sign of someone breathing. He’s also outside. Which is weird because the last thing he remembers is falling into an exhausted sleep next to his exhausted wife. Newborns were tough, and he would know he was on his third kid.
He takes a breath and opens his eyes, staring up at the night sky. Only…it’s not the night sky. Not the one he knows, and he’s spent plenty of time on the farm laying on the roof of the house with Laura and with the kids naming and pointing out constellations. He knows the stars and those aren’t them. That’s his first clue that he isn’t at the farm.
The second clue were the hedge walls that surrounded him and the clear paths that lead out from where he lay in the middle of a clearing. What? He sat up and glanced around, if he was being watched then whoever was watching him was very good. This wasn’t the first time he had woken up in an unexpected place, but it was the first time he had no memory of any kind of mission he was on. He looked down at himself…flannel pants and a tank top, exactly what he had worn to bed. So. He was taken from the house.
The thought of Laura and the kids has him standing immediately turning in a slow circle to see if he could catch movement. If they could get him out of the house and out of his bed then they knew about his family and they could have taken them too. It didn’t matter who “they” were, Clint didn’t care. He cared about his family and what had happened to them. They were fine, they had to be, anything else wasn’t an option. He spotted a phone on the ground next to him and scooped it up, not his phone but it seemed to work and get a signal. He pocketed it, if they were stupid enough to leave that laying around then he was going to use it to his advantage. Looking around the noted that there was nothing else to take and he started to move, taking a running leap and climbing to the top of one of the hedges. A maze- as he suspected and in the distance there was a mansion and its grounds, a forest and an ocean?
“Yeah. Definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.” He muttered and figured his first step was making his way towards the mansion, the rest he would figure out as he went. So he set off, walking on top of the hedges, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
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[ After he got his room picked out and his mind wrapped around the fact that he was in a pocket dimension they called Wonderland (because fighting an army of robots couldn’t be the craziest thing he ever encountered, not to mention gods and aliens, no, now he had to be kidnapped to a children’s story) he figured maybe it was time to let the others know he was here. If Natasha hadn’t already that is. And he had to do it in of course the most public way possible. Because he was sometimes a jerk like that.
A click of a button and there’s his stupid smirking face on the network.]
So I haven’t seen a white rabbit yet. I gotta say I’m a little disappointed about that. What’s the point if there’s no rabbit with a pocket watch? I hear the cat is here though. What about the caterpillar on LSD?
What about an archery range? You guys have one of those? Or am I going to have to shoot targets from the roof? [ He would do it too, if he got bored.]
Speaking of…hey Stark. Feel like building me a new bow? I seem to have left the old one back home, where I was, before getting kidnapped to a freaky LSD flashback.
Yeah, uh, I heard I might have been here before. Um sorry if I don’t remember you. For those of you who don’t know, the name’s Clint.
[ With that the feed cuts out.]
He’s alone. Clint can tell that much from the position he is in on his back. His eyes are closed but he doesn’t hear a thing, not even the tell-tale sign of someone breathing. He’s also outside. Which is weird because the last thing he remembers is falling into an exhausted sleep next to his exhausted wife. Newborns were tough, and he would know he was on his third kid.
He takes a breath and opens his eyes, staring up at the night sky. Only…it’s not the night sky. Not the one he knows, and he’s spent plenty of time on the farm laying on the roof of the house with Laura and with the kids naming and pointing out constellations. He knows the stars and those aren’t them. That’s his first clue that he isn’t at the farm.
The second clue were the hedge walls that surrounded him and the clear paths that lead out from where he lay in the middle of a clearing. What? He sat up and glanced around, if he was being watched then whoever was watching him was very good. This wasn’t the first time he had woken up in an unexpected place, but it was the first time he had no memory of any kind of mission he was on. He looked down at himself…flannel pants and a tank top, exactly what he had worn to bed. So. He was taken from the house.
The thought of Laura and the kids has him standing immediately turning in a slow circle to see if he could catch movement. If they could get him out of the house and out of his bed then they knew about his family and they could have taken them too. It didn’t matter who “they” were, Clint didn’t care. He cared about his family and what had happened to them. They were fine, they had to be, anything else wasn’t an option. He spotted a phone on the ground next to him and scooped it up, not his phone but it seemed to work and get a signal. He pocketed it, if they were stupid enough to leave that laying around then he was going to use it to his advantage. Looking around the noted that there was nothing else to take and he started to move, taking a running leap and climbing to the top of one of the hedges. A maze- as he suspected and in the distance there was a mansion and its grounds, a forest and an ocean?
“Yeah. Definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.” He muttered and figured his first step was making his way towards the mansion, the rest he would figure out as he went. So he set off, walking on top of the hedges, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
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[ After he got his room picked out and his mind wrapped around the fact that he was in a pocket dimension they called Wonderland (because fighting an army of robots couldn’t be the craziest thing he ever encountered, not to mention gods and aliens, no, now he had to be kidnapped to a children’s story) he figured maybe it was time to let the others know he was here. If Natasha hadn’t already that is. And he had to do it in of course the most public way possible. Because he was sometimes a jerk like that.
A click of a button and there’s his stupid smirking face on the network.]
So I haven’t seen a white rabbit yet. I gotta say I’m a little disappointed about that. What’s the point if there’s no rabbit with a pocket watch? I hear the cat is here though. What about the caterpillar on LSD?
What about an archery range? You guys have one of those? Or am I going to have to shoot targets from the roof? [ He would do it too, if he got bored.]
Speaking of…hey Stark. Feel like building me a new bow? I seem to have left the old one back home, where I was, before getting kidnapped to a freaky LSD flashback.
Yeah, uh, I heard I might have been here before. Um sorry if I don’t remember you. For those of you who don’t know, the name’s Clint.
[ With that the feed cuts out.]
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"Christ, Nat, what the fuck is going on?" She said welcome to Wonderland. "Did I fall asleep watching Alice in Wonderland again with Lila?" Because that's the only thing that makes sense right now.
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"This place is fueled by magic - or technology - that no one caught here completely understands. Or can manipulate, yet. We're apparently caught outside of time - we can be sent back, but it's to the exact moment we left, and with none of our memories of this place."
Another pause as she takes a deep breath. "Steve believes he's been here for about two years, even though we've noticed nothing back home. Apparently I've spent a year here in the past as well."
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"I just laid back down after a two a.m. feeding. Nate isn't sleeping through the night yet." But she would know that probably, he's still an infant. He pauses, the look on his face turning slightly vulnerable once he confirmed that it was Natasha. "Laura and the kids...that's means they are still back home? They haven't been taken?" Because that fear has been eating at him since he woke up.
The rest of what she was saying filtered through his head. If Tony and Bruce both couldn't figure out how to get home...that really didn't bode well. "Steve has been here for two years?"
If anyone else was telling him this he'd think they'd gone crazy, but Natasha...Natasha wouldn't lie to him, not about something like this.
"I think I need to sit down."
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Her respect and affection for the woman was clear, even as she tries to give him the reassurance he needed. Having a family to worry about getting caught in the same crossfire they faced on a regular basis was a terrifying concept. It was only one of the reasons she'd never allowed herself that.
"My room's upstairs, if you don't mind a bit of a hike first. We can talk privately there. Or there's a coffee shop down the hall. Darcy runs it. Doctor Foster's assistant, you remember her?
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"I think I'd rather talk in private." He said nodding at her. "Darcy? Yeah, I remember her. How many people does this place have?"
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Because that's going to have to be a thing you wrap your head around, Clint.
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Well that's something he wasn't prepared for. "And you're sure this isn't some sort of crazy, elaborate hoax?" Because if she's sure than he's sure, but if she's not...
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"Mutants?" That draws his attention, as does the mention of more Avengers. "More of us? How many more?"
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"I asked a very reliable source."
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She does relent a moment later, however. Even if her answer isn't going to clear things up any more.
"I asked the Black Widow."
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"Either you have suddenly developed a fondness for speaking in third person or you started talking to spiders. Please tell me you haven't started talking to spiders, Nat." Hey, he woke up a few hours ago in some creepy version of a Disney movie, anything is possible at this point.
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"It's not in the third person if there's another me." Actually... She pauses to think that over a moment. "I think."
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There are a few differences, but she'll let him figure that out for himself, curious about what he'll see.
"Why don't you ask her that? I'm sure she'll make sure to cross your path sooner rather than later."
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"I like her. She's going to like you. This is going to be fun."
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He lets out a sigh. "Just warn me before she drops down from the ceiling or something."
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"Where's the fun in that?"
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