Clint almost doesn't spot him.
That's a lie. Of course Clint spots him. He's got a pink mohawk, for crying out loud. Not spotting him would've been more surprising, all things considered. Clint wasn't sure whether or not seeing him was a relief, just yet.
[ OF COURSE I'M HAPPY TO SEE HIM. ]
Yeah, always the buts that get you. It was a good sign, at the very least. If Quire was here, maybe others were nearby. Poole, maybe. What ever happened with that? Were they a thing? Clint lost track of who was dating who after the ex got thrown back in the mix.
[ MAYBE THE X-MEN ARE HERE. ]
The X-Men. Were they mad at him right now? They were usually mad at him. He wasn’t an Avenger anymore. Maybe this is another alternate dimensional thing.
[ MAYBE AMERICA’S HERE. ]
If she is, she won’t be for long. Maybe she dumped Quire here.
... Yeah, maybe it’s the X-Men. Guess there’s only one way to find out. He approaches him with a tap on the shoulder. There’s no telling whether or not Quire has access to his powers right now. He figures if he did, he would’ve found him a lot sooner. So he taps him on the shoulder.
“Please tell me the others are with you.”
