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Wanda stood up and began to examine the room. It was a classic post party mess with bottles of wine and vodka scattered about the place. Wanda picked up her dress and examined the stain. She folded it gently and put it on a chair, unsure of what to do with it. “How did we get to Vegas?” She asked curiously as she began to look along the tables and counters.

“I usually have aspirin in my purse, it’s over there.” Walking to the bathroom, Wanda quickly rifled through the hotel toiletries and washed her face of makeup and brushed her teeth. She grabbed two glasses and filled them with water. She tied her hair up into a bun and walked back out into the room. “Water?”

How did they get to Vegas? It was a good question, Clint supposed that they’d used some SHIELD transport to get there, it was probably cloaked somewhere nearby. But seeing as he didn’t remember anything, he figured they might also have some trouble trying to find the ship they’d used to get there.

“No time for jokes. Get to work.” Despite the words–and the would-be serious look on his face–it would only take a second to spot the smirk hiding underneath. Steve had asked him once, ‘is everything a joke to you?’ and Tony had replied–and still stood by it–that Funny things are. And what was funnier than cosmic-level doom? Ill-timed and probably inappropriate jokes in the face of likely death and impossible odds were part of his charm. “That was the joke. Get it? Because I invented time travel?” He paused to take a sip of water, his eyes skating over Clint’s form from head to toe. 

“Nice haircut. Is that what all the cool kids are wearing in the year 3000? See, for all we know, you’re not really you, not in the present. But a time-traveled version of yourself returned to this moment to stop me. So if this is all going to implode in our faces and you want to dramatically warn me to stop, I’m all ears.” Tony waited a single second before nodding sagely. “No? Great. Now that thats settled, screw something.” He winked and slid back under the time machine-to-be.  

He knew what Clint had come here for–or at least, he thought he did. He’d come with the hope Natasha had offered him, the hope that Tony could bring his whole world back. He didn’t need to hear it from Clint’s mouth. Because if this didn’t work–if he failed–that would only make it that much worse. “Screws. Loose. You. Help.” Tony repeated slowly, voice muffled now by the heavy metal above him. “Unless you recently got a degree in quantum physics I don’t know about or you want to volunteer as a time traveling test dummy, that wrench is your friend, Barton.” 

Clint couldn’t believe he had forgotten just how annoying Tony Stark could be. Among the rest of them, the mechanic was probably the one that pushed his buttons the most. With a sigh, he shook his head and turned his back to the machine Tony’d disappeared under. Was this how it was going to be? Jokes that weren’t even funny and tinkering? He glanced at Natasha who gave him an apologetic smile. 

Of course it made sense that the machine had to be made before it could be used but still, he wasn’t going to be spending his time following orders from anyone. Not after all this time of being on his own, he was simply no longer used to it. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call myself a dummy but if you need a test subject, I’m in.” In fact, he figured he was probably the best option for a test subject, there was nobody that’d miss him if something went wrong and he died in the attempt. His family was gone anyways, and Nat ... she seemed to have build somewhat of a life without him too. As for the rest of the Avengers, Clint had a feeling that they didn’t really care all too much if he was there or not. 

“I think really is an understatement.” She muttered as she found the energy to push the covers back and sit up. Her head thumped as she looked around at the room, the aftermath of partying all about them. “I think we should assume that we did. In which case, I’m going to need a morning after pill, just in case. Unless our drunken selves were somehow with it enough to use protection.” She told him, trying to make a plan in her head.

She pushed herself up and found her underwear, slipping them back up her thighs and letting the shirt cover the rest. “If we did get married, there would have to be some sort of record or certificate. Let’s look for that and some aspirin.” She suggested, rubbing her temples.

Clint tensed briefly when she mentioned needing a morning after pill. It felt wrong, having slept with her, especially seeing as they both didn’t seem to remember. Had it even been ... He shook his head, not wanting to consider it. Walking over to the windows, he pulled the curtains aside and frowned. “From what I see outside, it looks like we’re in Vegas ... guess it explains things ...” He muttered. 

tony should have known better, they had insisted on sending natasha to try and find barton but then he’d figured maybe he’d be a better fit - he was second guessing himself now as he always did. natasha would have probably done a better job and guaranteed clint’s return but it was too late, now he was the one that had to do the convincing instead of the pissing off. how hard could that be?

when his knock was ignored tony couldn’t but roll his eyes and mutter something about barton being stubborn under his breath.           ‘ typical. ’             he knocked again but instead of waiting he just walked right in, closing the door shut behind him.             ‘ you know how stubborn i am, barton. i would have just stood there and waited if you weren’t gonna answer. were you expecting nat? ’

When Tony entered and spoke up, Clint simply finished his bowl of rice before setting the bowl down and glancing up slowly. His gaze dark as he took in the other. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He stated simply before sighing. “Sit, ... do you want sake?” It was only natural for him to invite Tony to sit down and share a drink with him, not because he knew him, but because it was simply ... the right thing to do when someone had come looking for you specifically. 

Sipping from his own sake, he kept his eyes on Tony and narrowed his eyes. He looked healthy, ... he seemed happy even in a way. Clearly his loved ones hadn’t been dusted by Thanos, else he wouldn’t be looking so ... well, the way he always had really, with that air about him that said he was better than the rest. Though Clint knew that it was an act most of the time, it still annoyed him at this moment. He’d lost everything, and here was Tony ... who seemed to once again have everything. Why did anyone think it was a good idea for him to try and get him back, Clint had no idea, but he figured there had to be some reason?

Tony snorted a small, weak sound of disbelief. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Big Guy,” he said, patting Thor’s arm weakly with the hand he could still lift. “You know, you’re the only god I’ve ever believed in. Can’t–” He coughed again, wiped the blood from his lips. “Can’t believe in what I can’t see. But there’s a whole lot of you to see.” He tried to wink but wasn’t sure if he managed it. Well, it was the thought that counted.

“That’s gotta get me some kudo points, right? Being friends with a god?” He hissed in pain as Thor continue to help him out of the armor, piece by piece. “We’re friends, right?”

When the armor was off, Tony grabbed one of the extra arc reactors from his desk. He’d blown the one in his chest entirely powering the stones, but his hand was shaking too much to swap them out. 

“Of course we are, never doubt our friendship ...” He smiled and put a hand on his arm, his eyes fixed on the other man as he moved to grab one of the arch reactors. He could see Tony’s hands shaking and sighed, carefully taking it from his hand. “Let me, you are shaking like an old man. You will have to guide me through this though, I do not have a technical mind like you.” 

“Call me whatever you like, Thor. You and I both know that I am more than capable of enjoying a party if I wish to. I am simply more selective when it comes to the parties I choose to go to, and avoid those at which I am not welcome unless I have something to gain by attending.” He frowned down at the remains of his drink, debating whether it was worth leaving it on the nearest surface and making a break for it while he had the chance. 

Perhaps what he had done in fighting the battle against Thanos could be termed ‘heroic’, but in Loki’s opinion that didn’t make him a ‘hero’. Heroism simply wasn’t in his nature and a single battle (no matter how much fighting that battle had terrified him) wasn’t going to change that, and it certainly wasn’t going to change the opinions of those around him. Perhaps they didn’t actively want to kill him in that moment, but they didn’t want to socialise with him either. 

“Having a right to be here and being welcome here are two very different things, brother. And I have nothing to prove to these people,” he said morosely. “Why are you so eager to keep me here? There will be other nights. Other parties. Would you not prefer to drink with your allies?”

“Because this was a victory for us both ... you are back and you fought by our side. You are my ally, brother.” Thor spoke, sighing as he looked at his brother with a slight frown. He had lost himself during the time without his brother, had lost all faith in himself and all will to fight. But it had been reignited when Bruce had shown up with a plan to save everyone, and while he had not believed it at first, eventually he had become invested in it and had not only wanted it but needed it to succeed.