*NOT CLINT BARTON

Bobbi, did you just call me Clint?

“I could give you a really long talk about how different spider heroes work in the multiverse or you could catch me up on what’s going on here. Your choice.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call this a win.” It was something, though. “We don’t have any choice but to keep looking ahead now.”

“My file? What agency are you with?” Whatever it is, she’s not interested. The last thing Lorna needs is men who have read her file and think they know anything about her.

“Boo fucking hoo. Don’t you have another old, crusty, white person to replace her?”

They took Bobbi. How many variations of that has Jen heard by now? Everyone is missing someone, it seems. Everyone but Jen. Her family is blissfully normal minus the green Hulk shaped elephant in the room. She’s making friends in the superhero world, but it’s been slow going. It’s hard to enter a game that’s already so far along. “I’ve never been one to make promises I can’t keep. They don’t get you anywhere. There’s a lot of really capable people working on this, though. I really want to say it’s going to be okay and we’ll get them all back.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call this a win.” It was something, though. “We don’t have any choice but to keep looking ahead now.”

“I’m sorry, was it an apology you were looking for?” Her face is beat to shit, but there’s still a smirk on her split lips. “I won’t apologize for taking advantage of a possibility. You may act like a moral warrior, but you need to ask yourself how far you’d go if you had the chance.”

She shifts in her chair, the small smile on her face genuine. “Honestly, it’s not a bad time to talk. It’s not like I can go anywhere. Jokes are better than pity. I was over that pretty quickly.” 

“My thing is not posing.” Yelena insists. “That is my thing.”

“That wouldn’t be the worst idea. You’d be doing everyone a favor.” Nico pauses. “I didn’t realize people actually said blimey.” 

“Which redhead traumatized you? Jean Grey? Rachel Summers? Hope Summers? Madelyne Pryor? I can keep going. Those are only the ones related to each other.” She couldn’t forget Amelia Voight and Theresa Cassidy.”

The words special agent instantly sets Clarice on edge. It makes her think of Agent Turner and everything Jace had put the Underground through. There’s a whole beat before she reaches out to shake his hand in return. “Blink.” No first or last name. They’re not there. “What’s the whatnot here?”

One hand squeezes into a fist before she slowly releases it. The motion is repeated. Squeeze, release, repeat. “Fucking Pleasant Hill, Lance. It’s in my head.” Her lips purse. “I don’t want people to think I’m any crazier than they already do.” That’s a halfhearted joke. “Clint’s concerned. I’m not trying to make you feel that way as well, but jesus. I don’t even know.”

“Pleasant Hill. I know you’ve heard of it. Everyone has. I was wondering if you have any files on it.” Roz knows she should be taking it easy and resting after everything that’s happened, but she’s angry. She’s back on her bullshit and out there researching when she shouldn’t be. It’s too hard to explain to him that she’s a victim and this is personal. Instead, she tries to be removed. It’s easier said than done.

“Even if I was, I’m not sure you could give an interesting one.”

“I think you’re looking for a private investigator, not an attorney. We research cases, but I don’t usually handle missing persons. As She-Hulk however… I mean, I can look into it. Ask a few friends.” Friends like Matt. “I’ve picked some stuff up here and there. They thought it was just criminals at first, right?”