“Oh, no,” Clint said quickly when she put her hands up in the air, surrendering. “Just got my hearing aid knocked out,” he explained, gesturing to his ear. “Always sounds… weird, like uh, distorted.” Explaining what hearing loss to someone who could hear was always complicated, like a math teacher trying explaining fractions to Clint when he was a kid. There was a reason he’d dropped outta school. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replied with a grin. It wasn’t often that Clint actually got recognized in the streets, unlike Tony or Thor. He was always in the background, just that arrow guy. “I’m a big fan of you, too, ‘cause we’re sharing pizza.” He replied smoothly. Clint was never really comfortable with that kind of attention, especially after Ronin, so he tried to move on quickly. “If you’re into superheroes, do you know what LARPing is?” He asked curiously. Was that like a popular pastime? 

Darcy nodded, having no real idea how hearing loss actually sounded, but figured she’d save the poor man from explaining it to her further. “Sorry I wasn’t much help back there. No fighting skills what’s so ever.” She offered up a smile. Truthfully, she’d thrown a punch or two in her day, but Darcy was much better behind the screen. “I’ll take it.” She laughed, take a bite from her slice, not even caring for a second that the toppings were all over the place. Darcy was hungry, and she was sharing pizza with Hawkeye. It didn’t get much better than this. “LARPing?” She turned to look at him. “No clue. Never heard of it.” 

thor swung mjölnir around one wrist as and a bottle of beer in the other he walked through the compound, taking in everything that was different from the last time he was here and noticing a less familiar faces as he walked through. “ i may have lost my mother, my father, my sister, my brother … the woman i love and, at one point, my eye. but i promise, people, the god of thunder has not lost his mind ” he says out loud, to no one in particular, as he struts through, although nothing about his current physique screamed sane. “ anyone up for a friendly game? ” / @multiversalhq​

Thus far Darcy’s day had been pretty uneventful. Not that she was complaining, any chance to get up from her computer and reading numbers was always good in her books. She’d been wandering the halls when she heard a familiar voice and rushed to keep up with him. “You sure about that?” She teased, “Cause you sound pretty crazy from where I’m standing.” She moved to stand beside him, “What game are we playing, big guy?” She was thankful that in this moment, crazy or not, she finally knew someone in this place. 

“This place is deader than I almost was,” Tony mumbled to himself as he walked into the common room on one of the floors. He suspected people were probably training or out and about. He wished he could but on doctor’s orders he was to rest while he still healed up. Resting wasn’t something Tony Stark knew how to do. He was itching to get out there but every time he tried to put on a suit or head to the gym, Happy was on his tail dragging him right back to his room. It was driving him insane. So, maybe he was in a slightly bad mood. As he was rooting through the cupboards in the kitchen looking for something to snack on — he really needed to fill this place up with more groceries — he finally heard someone enter the room. “Well, it’s about time there was some civilisation going on here. For a second I thought Thanos had come back and dusted you all again.” Poor joke. Probably still too soon but humour was his way of dealing with trauma. @multiversalhq​

There really seemed to be nobody out and about in the compound today, something that was really annoying to Darcy, a superfan of all superheroes. With a sigh, she walked out of her room, nowhere really in mind to go just the hope that maybe she’d run into the great Captain Marvel or maybe even meet Wanda in person. Hell, anybody would do at this point. As she walked along, she could hear noises coming from the kitchen and perked up, walking a bit faster. Her imagining running wild with who it could be, maybe she’d run into her old pal Thor again. Stepping inside, her heels clanging on the tiled floors she looked up to see Tony Stark. “Oh hey, funny.” She nodded her head. “I kinda like the humor there, you almost died saving us all and are already making jokes. My kind of people.”