discontinued? 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ↬ 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘸𝘰

chapter twenty-two
' speedy and scarlet. '

           "THIS WASN'T REALLY HOW I HAD EXPECTED TO GREET YOU," Clint spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet tone. "I feel like someone cut me with a knife. Over and over again. With a laugh track in the background."

I leaned down and gave his hand a little squeeze. "You'll be okay, Clint. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well," he began, pretending to mull it over for a little bit. "I would kill for a Venti 1/2&1/2, 1 pump of vanilla, and extra whip." No wonder the Starbucks baristas hate him.

I snorted. "Hey, Nat, you get Clint a water? I think he's delusional."

He chuckled a little. "That hurt. But what hurt more was when that speedster kid who knocked me off my feet and said, 'You didn't see that coming?'. I'd love to smack that smug little smirk off his freakin' face."

Pietro Maximoff. Clint's Sokovian accent needed some work, but I was pretty sure we were thinking of the same person. "You said 'kid'. So this speedster...he was a teenager?"

    "Now's not the time to look for a boyfriend, sweetheart-especially not a bad boy. He looked about two years your junior, so don't even think about it."

Jacob scoffed from beside me. As he gazed at the lasers that seemed to be sewing our favorite archer back together, he changed the subject. "Dr. Cho, what exactly is happening here?"

     "Yeah, you sure he's going to be okay?" Nat asked with a smirk. "Pretending we need this guy really brings the team together."

"The guy" made an offended noise and rolled his eyes while I laughed.

    "There's no possibility of deterioration," Dr. Cho began. "The nanomolecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don't know they're bonding with simulacra."

      Bruce stepped forward and greeted me with a smile before explaining, "She's creating tissue." His eyes were lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning.

"If you brought him to my lab, the regeneration cradle could do this in...twenty minutes," She commented, a little pride in her tone. 

     "Oh, he's flatlining. Call it!" Tony joked as he entered the room. He gave me a quick hug, but I knew we were going to talk later.

Clint responded with a grunt. "No, no, no, I'm going to live forever." He sat up slightly and laughed dryly. "I'm going to be made of plastic."

      His friend handed him a green drink. "Your beverage." He then pulled out four more cups from the tray and gave them to Nat, Bruce, Jacob, and me.