âSo youâre really from other Earth then?â Francis asked his father, or the other version of him, whatever it was, now more confused than upset. He nodded. âWell, then youâre really from other Earth for sure. The Avengers died on my Earth and the only ones that remained were Mr. Banner and Mr. Starkâ he replied then shrug. âI was going to grab something to eat but sure, we can go to your home. Sure, I think we have a lot to tall or it seemsâ.
âI guess so. If youâre saying your version of me isnât around anymore.â he pointed out to the boy. âHow did we?? Was it Thanos? Was everyone not able to save the world?â He questioned, though he wasnât completely sure he wanted the answer. âCome on, kid. Weâll talk. Catch up. Apparently we have a lot of it to do. I want to get to know my son.â Clint had decided then. HE wasnât going to turn his back on a kid that says he was his son. Worse case, he got conned by a kid into taking care of him. Or being robbed but unless this kid was going to steal his coffee or his one eyed lab mix, he wasnât getting much.Â
















