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[ Usually when Clint wants to think or be alone he heads for the tallest thing he can find, in Wonderland's case, besides trees, that would be the mansion roof. Only today he's found himself wandering down to the shooting range by the beach with his bow and quiver. He really needs to fix this place up.

It was weird, waking up that morning in a room he didn't remember for a moment. The last thing he remembered was Steve getting them out of the raft and then...well then he was a sixteen year old Hogwarts student. His memories came back slowly and then all at once. Wonderland. He wondered how long he was gone, it feels like he's missing time.

So he heads down to the shooting range to clear his head for a few hours and at some point in there he addresses the network. He figures someone might want to know he's back. ]

Uh. So I'm back, I guess? I mean I've been back, but we had that weird event and I didn't know I was back. Yeah. Back from a trip home. [ Now he knows what everyone has been talking about. They were right, he was probably better off not knowing. ]

Does anyone else miss flying on a broom?

[ He's about to turn the feed off but he pauses and looks back at the camera. ] Hey Rogers, just so you know, I still don't feel the need to punch you.

[ Then he ends the feed for good, going back to shooting his arrows at targets. ]

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That can only mean Sam, probably when the two of them were on the Raft and had nothing to do but talk.

And there were likely recording devices on the Raft.

Which means Ross - and possibly the other Ross, too - know that she and Steve have kissed.

"Oh, I hate you both."

She pops off another couple shots.

"Do you two to have a Big Birds Club? A Nesters Association? If King T'Challa ever winds up here, do we have to protect you from him?"

Or they had spoken before the airport which was more likely.

Clint smirks, she's too much fun to rile up.

"Angry birds club." He clarifies, shooting off another arrow.

She snorts and watches as he shoots off another arrow. For a moment, she envisions it: Barton loading Wilson into a slingshot, and Wilson flying in an arc to drop an impossibly large egg on Everett Ross.

"So do you have an official iPhone app? T-shirts?"

She leans against the table. Once again, she's struck by how much better she pulled through than so many of the people she knows.

Maybe it pays not to be an Avenger.