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Why is Clint So Weird?

The street is littered with bodies. It's a horror scene. There's no sign of life anywhere. The rain washes the blood into the street, staining the concrete red. The stench of iron is thick in the air.

Emily walks through the rain, not bothering with an umbrella. She shows up just in time to find Clint fighting with the leader of the Yakuza. A rope of light whips out and knocks the man down. Despite that, Clint doesn't hesitate to slice his throat, letting him fall to the ground.

Emily's eyes narrow, "Hey a-hole!"

"Banner-"

"You know I had pretty bad abandonment issues already. Leaving me behind was such a crappy move and you know it! You had no right to-"

"Em," Natasha warns in a stern voice. "You're not a child anymore."

"I know. That's why I'm not beating him senseless right now."

"You were out of control. And pregnant."

She thrusts her finger into his chest, "Yeah and instead of maybe telling me that I was pregnant you roofied and abandoned me. You had no right to make that decision for me."

He moves her hand off his chest, "You shouldn't be here."

Natasha steps forward. "Neither should you."

"I've got a job to do."

"Is that what you're calling this?" Natasha gestures to the strewn bodies. "Killing these people... it won't bring them back. But we found something... a way maybe."

Clint slowly shakes his head, "Don't do that. Don't give me hope."

"I'm just sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner," Natasha takes Clint's hand, holding it.

"Um, okay. So we invented time travel. Yay. Now we have to figure out where we can find the Infinity Stones. Essentially everyone here has come into contact with one-"

"You mean nearly been killed by one of them," Tony corrects.

Scott weakly raises his hand, "Um, I haven't."

"So we have enough Pym Particles for one round trip so we have to plan carefully. The Stones have been littered everywhere throughout history. Our history," Emily continues. She taps the Reality Stone. "Thor, you're up."

The god of Thunder is slumped over in his chair, wearing dark sunglasses. Natasha frowns, "Is he asleep?"

"Pretty sure he's dead," Rhodey observes, watching the man in slight disgust.

Thor stands in front of the screen, very clearly drunk. Although, that's not much of a surprise these days. "The Aether's not a stone... it's more of an angry sludge thing. My grandfather hid it from Dark Elves in the rock between dimensions that can only be accessed every 5000 years or by Jane. The Aether stuck itself inside her. Then I took her to Asgard. We were dating..."

Emily pats him on the back, "Sorry, buddy. Why don't you take a seat? You want some beer?"

"A bloody mary would be nice."

"If that's what you need, pal."

Three days later

"Okay, guys, Mommy has to go. Have fun with Daddy and ! Love you!"

"Bye, Mommy!"

Emily turns off the phone as the call ends. She closes her eyes, smiling at nothing in particular.

"Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay."

"I know. This is just my first time doing something like this since the twins."