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It's not hard to find the Tracksuit Mafia if you're giving yourself up to them. It was Clint's idea by the way. And here the Barton brothers, standing in an alleyway, waiting for Tracksuit Mafia to kidnap them.
"They're late." Heather yawns, stretching his limbs. "Remind me to grab a black coffee when we're done."
Clint grimaces. "I hate black coffee."
"That right there was the biggest mistake you've ever made." Heather retorts, burying his hands deep in his hoodie.
Suddenly, three vans screech and stop in front of the two brothers. The headlights shining at them.
"Hello, boys. You found us." Clint says with a smug face as a few men from the Tracksuit Mafia get out.
One of them says to the younger Barton brother. "Who are you?"
"Daredevil."
"That name is taken." Clint points out.
"You can't be serious, man. I worked hard to come up with that name." Heather dramatically throws a tantrum.
"Hey, easy, bro." Another member of the gang says. "Hands in the air. Now!"
Heather simply shrugs and holds his hands in surrender, just as Clint does. For a second, the gang members exchange a look with surprise at their surrender. However, they quickly cover their heads and shove the two brothers into a van.
"Guys, I can see through the bag." Heather comments, but they ignore him and speed away.
Heather is taken to Tracksuit's hideout, an old, abandoned toy store and currently is tied up to the chair next to Clint's, where they're interrogated by some of the more boisterous Tracksuit members, Ivan, Thomas, and Enrique, who are trying to track down Ronin themselves.
"It's a nice place you got here. Not creepy at all." Heather remarks, taking a look at his surroundings as soon as the bag is removed from his head.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. You kid." Thomas glares at the former Destroyer. "I know you kid. So, don't kid, okay? Because it was getting very hard to find place. Now, all the warehouses are being converted into lofts, so how can I get something better?"
"Come on, bro." Enrique pats on his back.
"But he's criticizing." Thomas complains.
"Uh, look, guys, we're not who you think we are. Okay?" Clint speaks.
"So, you are not Hawkeye and he's Daredevil?"
"Well, I... I guess I am who you think I am. Uh, I'm not the guy you're looking for." Clint explains, calmly and gestures at Heather. "And he's not Daredevil. He's just my brother."
