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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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[ She doesn't know Barton as well as the rest of the Avengers, but she knows what it's like to come back from that point back home. She'd seen Steve, Romanoff, Wanda, and Tony when they had each come back. It looked like Sharon had gotten lucky this time around. The others look like they've seen a version of hell.

They've all lost everything, it seems. Sharon might be the only one who isn't bothered it.

She pastes a small smile on her face and is just about to respond when he cuts the feed.

Mopey, huh?

Huh. Barton isn't much of a moper.

Now she's bothered. Turning off her comm, she goes to track him down. It's almost an hour before she spots someone shooting arrows at the shooting range - and there are only so many people who do that.

She makes her way down and sets her hands on her hips, watching for several moments before speaking. ]

Welcome back. And for the record, I do not have a crush on you. And would never have had a crush on you.

[ See? Light-hearted, embarrassing stuff. That ought to help lighten the mood. Right, Clint? ]

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Damn. I was hoping I could snag your gear.

[ that's her version of welcome back let's hope barton gets it... ]

[ Well, eventually everyone's time was going to come around, right? At least this means they're all more or less on the same page.

Clint's remark directed at Steve should be some kind of relief, yet in the end he fixates on the fact that it was "Rogers" and not "Cap." Which is how it should be now, but even for someone who chose to set down the shield, it's an adjustment.

While Steve could go find Clint at the shooting range, he still isn't convinced that his company would be wanted, and so talking over phone is easier. For both of them, probably. ]

Glad to hear it. [ Although Steve's guilt about taking Clint away from his family yet again still remains firmly in place. ] Have you talked to anyone else yet?

nah, wasn't a big fan of the brooms. seemed too precarious. you'd think they'd come up with something a bit safer than, yanno, a flying stick.

[Daisy replies with a video.]

I do kinda miss flying on a broom. [A beat.] Also, welcome back - glad to see you in one piece. [Whatever went down back home.]

[ Natasha doesn't bother with a video feed, now that they're all back to themselves and this message comes through. She knows right where to find him, so she shows up with a thermos of coffee for him, holding it out as she stares at the targets he's been murdering since he sent the message. ]

Bet Stark could build you a flying broom, if you were that attached to the damn thing.

[ Because this is how they did things. Tested the waters, so to speak, until they found a place they were both comfortable launching into the thick of it. ]

[It took a lot of deliberating before he finally decided to give it a whirl. He'd been so attached to Barton as a student, but Barton didn't know him as anything other than his teacher then.]

I sure as hell miss flying a broom.

[His tone is confident, yet playful. That was why he went with audio rather than video, because he sure as hell didn't look either of those things right now. He looked more like he was walking on eggshells. Felt it in the pit of his stomach.]

...so, welcome back. I... mm. ...didn't think this one through. [It was weird having made up with Barton before the guy actually lived it, but now...? Yeah, time to go back to not talking to people, apparently.] You may not wanna punch Rogers, but I promise I'll keep my distance if you promise not to punch me if we pass by accident.

Flying on a broom? No. [ Caitlin shakes her head for extra emphasis. If the Hogwarts version of herself had one class she failed at, it would have been flying. ] Aside from one very particular instance, I prefer a little more between me and the ground when moving at high rates of speed.

[ That exception being Barry Allen. But she's not going to say that. ]

It was weird, being eighteen again.

[ HOLD ON IS THAT A BOW AND ARROW WOAH ]

You're a ranger. Woah. Can you show me? Hit a target!

[ Clint knows she's there. He spotted her out of the corner of his eye but since she seemed content to just watch his target practice he waits for her to talk.

He's surprised when her words make him let out a small laugh. He shoots off his last arrow and turns to look at her, bow resting in his hand. ]

Damn, Carter, I'm hurt. Do you like them more spangly?

[ Sorry, Sharon. He totally knows about the kiss. Sam has a big mouth and teasing Steve is tradition. ]

Oy. Hands off the bow. Gone one week and you're divvying out my gear?

[ he missed you too Faith...or he would have if he remembered anything. ]

[ Well this was definitely the Steve he remembered, not the Professor he was used to seeing for the past few days. It was almost a shame, Steve was never as relaxed or, to a certain extend, carefree. He always felt like he had to carry the world on his shoulders. It was times like this when Clint wished he could help carry the load and give him a break.

Contrary to what Steve thinks, his presence is always welcome, and Clint stops what he's doing to reply. ]

I told ya, Cap. I have your back, no regrets. [ He knew what he was getting into. Even if Laura may kill him, but she knew too. He had her blessing when he left. ]

Not yet. That event kinda threw me. I wanted to clear my head. [ He shoots him a grin. ] I would apologize for trying to convince you to give a lecture shirtless, but I'm not actually sorry.

[..thats...a skeleton. Ok. Not the weirdest thing he's seen actually. He's just gonna go with it. ]

I'm used to balancing on small surfaces from large heights, at least with the broom I had more control.

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Now who would have ever thought they would say a sentence like that? [ He shoots her a grin. ] Thanks. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be grateful I'm back or not. Still working that out.

[ Holy shit, and look who just came out of the gate swinging.

She wanders over to stand next to him, drawing her FNP and aiming at the target. She fires off three shots, hits the bulls-eye, and speaks to him over his shoulder.

Maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he's just teasing or digging.

When in doubt, feign innocence. ]

What makes you say that, Barton?

[ She's the first person to find him. Not that he's surprised really. Most of that video was to let her know he was back and all- other people too but mostly Natasha. ]

Think it would be an apology broom? [ He lets the arrow he currently has nocked fly as he turns his head to look at her reaching for the thermos she was offering him. He wasn't mad at her, not really, he was more mad at the entire situation. ]

Of course you do. [ And its easy at first to forget that he's angry and to fall back into the banter they shared as teacher and student. But things aren't that easy not yet. ]

Do you ever? [ It's harsh and Clint almost regrets it. Almost. ] One question, Stark.

[ He shakes his head. ] No one seems to have an appreciation for flying. [ Not everyone enjoys heights as much as Clint. ]

It was weird being sixteen again. I haven't been sixteen in...well a lot of years. We'll leave it at that. Not sure I actually miss that part.

[Tony flinches. Yet again, he's glad he went with audio rather than video.]

Just one? [No, he supposed the others were accusations and harsh insults, not questions. He swallows thickly, and the tension might be obvious in his voice.] Shoot.

[ Well he's adorable. His question and the absolute delight in his voice make Clint smile. ]

Not a ranger, just a marksman. But yeah, kid. I can show you, hang on. [ He sets up the camera so its facing the range and has both him and the target in screen before nocking one of his arrows and letting it fly, hitting a perfect bullseye. ]

Did you know? [ Its the only thing Clint wants to know, actually. ] Did you know where they were sending us and did you know what they were going to do to Wanda?

[ Because that was the worst. He could handle it, Sam could handle it, Scott had already been in prison, but Wanda? Wanda was just a kid and she wasn't cut out for that. She didn't deserve that. ]

[Aaand there it was.]

No. I thought--... [He shrugs, but the only indication Clint has of that would be the sound of his clothing rustling.] I tried to get all of you to listen before it even came to that, remember? I'm not the reason you ended up there.

[Getting him heated up, are we, Barton? He bites it back, taking a deep breath.]

Can we not do this again? Right. You hate me. I get it.

You thought what? [ He's not going to let it go. ] I wasn't even involved in your accords, remember? I only came because Steve called. He said he needed me. And I came. Because that's what you do for teammates.

[ He lets out a breath. ] I don't hate you, you over dramatic ass. You know you're allowed to me angry with someone without actually hating them.

I thought they'd have more respect for Avengers. You're not murderers. You didn't cause anywhere near the destruction or death toll I have in the past. None of you deserved to be in there. I thought they'd hold you until this matter was resolved. But not... there.

You didn't have anything to do with the Accords, but you aided the guys that didn't. Before we even fought, I gave you guys an out. You didn't take it. You had to know you were breaking the law, Barton. You're not an idiot.

Could've fooled me. [But it was said without much strength behind it. Hearing Barton say he didn't hate him was a relief he didn't think he deserved.] I'm... I'm sorry you ended up there. All of you. Except what's-his-name. Don't know him. He can stay there. [For the love of god, was that humour? Maybe, just a little.]

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