Darcy had just arrived in town, always one to get called out when unusual things were happening. Tase a guy once and suddenly you’re an expert on all weird portals and multiverse things. Whatever. She’d stumbled upon a fight, deciding best to hang back before continuing on to the compound, she waited until the last of the guys in suits were gone and entered back onto the street. Halting when the guy told her to hold up, she put her hands in the air “I come in peace?”  Before moving closer to him. Looking between him and the pizza, she realized who it was. “Holy shit. You’re Hawkeye!” She grabbed a slice of pizza. “Darcy. Big fan.” 

“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?