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Clint Barton	It is just after lunch, so the small park with a view on the Triskelion is getting more quiet. This is the time that some chose to drop by for a hotdog, and thus avoid the rush hour. Among them is a familiar figure in the park - well, one that used to be familiar anyway. Because the man hasn't been seen around for almost two years. Sitting alone at a picnic table, sport bag at his feet, Clint Barton seems to really enjoy his meal, made of two hotdogs, two cheeseburgers and extra large fries. Standing at the edge of the park, trying to not gather attention, two men seem to be watching Special Agent Barton during his meal.
Nick	While Clint may have two observers off to the edge of the park, that does not conclude the count of those taking note of the agent's presence. In the general area for other reasons, Nick finds himself in the park he grew familiar with during his extended stay at Club Trisk. Be it hunger or nostalgia, the musician ends up acquiring a hot dog and ends up walking towards the picnic tables. Steps slow as he considers the man enjoying a supersized lunch. The rocker continues his walk over to the table, confirming the visual. "...Clint?" Nick asks. Eh. Best be sure.
Clint Barton	It is interesting that the men standing at the edge of the park seem to become a bit edgy as Nick approaches the picnic table, addressing Clint. As the archer's features change from just enjoying his meal quietly to obvious happiness at recognizing the approaching musician, the men get the hint and return to their non so-discreet task. "Hey Nick," Clint greets his friend with a wide smile, "Dang, man, did'ya see a ghost or somethin'? I ain't no Skrull, if you wonder." And then he remembers that he was, in fact, away for longer than he thought, "Ah come on, sit. I've got some leftover excuses to hand out, come an' grab one." Indeed, for the few days he had be back, the archer had a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people. Considering, all went well so far.
Nick	To the invite to sit down, Nick doesn't hesitate. Setting the food down on the table, the musician slides onto the bench across from Clint. "It has been awhile." Nick admits, looking tot he archer, "It's good seeing you." The head tilts curiously, "How've you been? Work keeping you busy?"
Clint Barton	"Hey, just saw you last week," Clint replies between two fries and already having fun. But then, this might not be a good approach, so the archer opts to answer the question, taking into account his prolonged absence. Even he isn't so sure of what happened, so Clint tries to explain the best he can. "Long story short," the archer explains, "Kind of got stuck in a Back to the Future event during an OPS. They say I was away two years, but to me, it felt like a few days." Nodding in the direction of the edgy agents, he adds, "Earned me cracked ribs, waste of money on guardian angels over there, and the IRS bein' on my ass. I'm sure your two last years have been more fun, tell me, wassup with you?"
Nick	Nick scoffs to the comment about seeing him last week. "Considering my career, that doesn't say much." He responds, picking up his hotdog. The bread encased tube of meat hovers near the mouth but doesn't go in as Nick listens to amended statement. "Well that does explain the babysitters." He answers, head remaining still as eyes shift to glance in the direction Clint is gesturing. "So time travel huh? That can be a pain. Hope your trip was to some place cool at least. I ended up with 1200s France with my mishap." It's at this point Nick takes a bite of his hotdog, chewing it fully. The bitten dog gets set back down as Nick rests his elbows to either side of it. Clasping his hands together in front of his mouth. "Other than that...Still haven't met my father. But- I found out about some distant relatives I didn't know I had. Filmed for a movie, and starting to perform live again. No...explosive incidents since the raid of that farm."
Clint Barton	"Babysitters?" Clint repeats, almost chocking on a fries. Then he starts laughing, realizing to what Nick was referring at as he glanced at the men in dark. "Shit man, you almost got me here, thinkin' some women were gonna sue me for child support!" That said, Clint attacks a cheeseburger, listening to the musician. Nodding here and there while munching with appetite, he then wonders. "Woah, you've been busy, no question. I only got so far as 1873, why don't you tell me more about that time travel of yours? Was there some device with a big STARK name on it sending you over there?" Who knows, there might be something similar that R&D might like to hear about. And a couple fries later, "Damn, crap food beats hospital shit any day. Take you time eatin', cuz as soon as we're done, they gonna bring me back in."
Nick	"If that was your first thought, then I'd worry about Skye getting wind of that." Nick chuckles, "No tech involved. Set of coins with an enchantment that links them. Rest is speculation but, thinking about it, I suspect that combined with a high emotional energy event occurring back then probably had something to do with it. Encountered a friend pre-origin story and saved his girl from being burned at the stake." Nick was about to take another bite of the hot dog but to the prompt to eat slowly Nick delays that. "...So from the question I'm guessing your trip was a bit more on purpose. Any fun stories you can tell?"
Clint Barton	Funny that Nick would mention Skye and then the possibility that his 2-year absence might have been on purpose. One cheeseburger gone, the archer is no doubt very hungry, or stocking for the day. "I dunno what she would kill me for first? Thinking of undeclared kids, or leaving purposedly for two years?" Clint muses with a grin. Fries almost gone. "Coins, enchantment, woah, sounds like Lord of the Rings? I hope you kept the coins, could be handy. Make cashoola with it, sometin'." That said, the archer thinks for a moment, gathering his memories of the events that sent him in the past. "Naw, no kids, no purpose. S'far as I know, there was a device - don't ask me, I don't care about tech unless it's for arrows, bows or Quinjet - and maybe a glitch or somethin' and poof, gone back to Kansas 1872. Clint thinks for a moment, on how to tell the story so it makes sense. But again, he knows Nick has seen stranger things anyway. "Found my ol' pal Two-Gun, played Tonto for a bit, cleared the town, then dunno why, poof, I'm back. R&D are scramblin' to find out what happened."
Nick	Nick shakes his head on comment about the coins being kept. "No...Those should be back with the original owners. Either way, I suspect that there's likely no return trips involved with those coins now." Also he'd rather not end up sending SHIELD to Henri's doorstep. He listens to description of what happened with Clint. "...Guessing that you think there was a device but don't remember for certain... I'm guessing it didn't go with you on your trip. Nick pauses, "...Maybe some type of time distortion bubble and when it popped. You were back where you started?" Nick pauses, picking up the hot dog. After all, he's got to eat the food at some point. "Don't know for sure, just... kind of adapting dream travel experiences as possibility. Sometimes dreams just... cease and you're suddenly just in the waking world."
Clint Barton	Although Hawkeye has never been enthusiastic about matters of magic and the like - unless a long long time ago when dating the Witch - oh memories - he can recall Nick's special abilities with dreams. "Hey, waitaminit," Clint replies with a grin, "Could you use your mojo on my dreams, maybe then I might recall what happened exactly? Yeah, I know, they could try hypnosis. Somehow, I'd trust you more than the R&D amateurs." That said, even as he presents this idea, the archer is already unsure about it, "Unless you end up in some, hrm, rated dream of mine. Naw, maybe not such a good idea."
Nick	Nick was about to bite into the hot dog once more when Clint tells him to wait again. The lunch moves a bit further from his lips as he looks over to Clint curiously. Seeing the grin, a brow arcs. A grin from Clint Barton can never be good, can it? But it's actually a valid question. "Well, it's not as effective when trying it directly on myself but I have been able to help others... but mentally you'd be providing most of the work. I'd just be there to provide some...backup. Maybe some guidance." As Clint starts to talk himself out of the idea, Nick shakes his head. "As for your other concern. Even if that did happen, it won't be the worst thing I've ever seen." Dreams can be scary things.
Clint Barton	"Worst thing?" Clint exclaims, laughing, "Dude, you could learn a thing or two!" Ah, the ego is unbruised, it seems. The archer congratulates himself for having escaped the medical torturers, seeking edible food which lead to meeting Nick. Even if this meant that he would have Fury's bitches on his back, ready to report on everything he ate. Bastards. "Know what? I'll loose the bitches and go home, won't be the first time I'm busted up anyway. Then you should drop by, and we could see if we can go down dreamily lane? Gimme a call then, and I'll get pizza."
Nick	Sounds like a plan." Nick agrees, "If you got the same number as before I'll give a call. If not, well- Wade Shaw's got my number." There's a pause before Nick blinks. "Oh! Before I forget." He lifts up his arm, arching it up and bending it over his arm, essentially stretching the muscles. "The wounds from the wood shrapnel fully healed. No issue from that now." Nick smiles, "...Just in case you were wondering."
Clint Barton	With a nod, Clint confirms, "I still have your number." As he finishes his meal, the archer is already planning to ditch the bitches. "Glad to hear they are healed, sorry about that. Maybe we could find you some light protective material. R&D owes me some, I'll look around." It seems that the "babysitters" have jointly decided that Agent Barton's little escapade was over. As soon as Nick departs, the fun will begin.