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Who: Clint Barton and YOU
Where: All over Genosha
When: Duration of the Event (8/5-8/9)
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Clint is human and one of the leaders of the human resistance movement. Later on he's just trying to convince everyone this is all an event.
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Things had been bad in Genosha for some time. Mutants and humans fighting, but since the Queen's message things have gone from bad to worse.

As a leader of the resistance movement Clint is always ready for a fight, always looking for new ways for them to reassert themselves as people who are entitled to the same rights as mutants. Being a skilled marksman is an advantage he has over some other resistant fighters and he can often times be found helping get people out of scraps with mutants. He might not be entirely anti-mutant, he can apprciate a good ally, but when push comes to shove Clint will always put his fellow humans first. An ally is still a mutant, and they can't always be trusted.

Halfway through the fourth day, memories are going to return and Clint's plans of stopping the mutants are going to change to just stopping everyone before all the mansion residents end up killing each other because of an event half of them don't even know they are in. If someone sticks around him long enough they will start to remember too and maybe he can convince them to help him round everyone else up.

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Bucky's not a leader, but he's a good soldier. He joined the resistance when he was old enough and had been doing his part to fight the good fight. He'd made his way from grunt to bodyguard for someone important in a few years, and has been doing undercover work on the side the last few months.

It's halfway through the fourth day that he runs into Clint. They didn't know each other well, but they'd spoken a few times, seen each other around.

"Hey, how's it going?"

He sticks his hand out, throwing Clint a small grin.

"James Barnes."

Clint knows Bucky, he knows almost everyone in the resistance even if they have never spoken or only spoken a few times.

He reaches out to shake Bucky's hand, feeling like he knows more about Bucky than he should. It's a feeling that he hasn't been able to shake all day, like there is something he is missing and that something about this world is...off.

"Clint Barton. They call you Bucky, right?"

The thing about that is, the part that grabs Bucky's attention and immediately sets him on edge, is that nobody knows he goes by Bucky. It's a nickname only a few people know about and not one he uses freely. It's how he keeps himself separate from the resistance, while still being an active part of that.

"How'd you know that? That I go by Bucky."

He wants to ask if Steve told him. There's really nobody else, but he doesn't want to bring Steve up and risk putting him in danger.

Clint isn't actually sure how he knows the name, until a flash of a memory seeps across his brain. Steve- only he doesn't look like Steve telling Clint about his best friend.

"Steve's mentioned it to me." He really hopes that doesn't make something worse, because the more he remembers the more he's convinced something is wrong.

"I don't know why he would have. You two close?"

Bucky's getting a weird feeling from all of this, but he trusts Steve more than anybody. If this guy is a friend of Steve's, then that has to mean something.

"I'm not trying to jump down your throat, but we're in the middle of an uprising. Can't be too careful."

"Pretty close, yeah." Which is true, even with what seems like false memories seeping into his brain both versions he's pretty close to Steve. It's disorienting to say the least.

Clint nods. "Understandable. You can always check with Steve. But I've got no love for mutants, I've never made that a secret."

He would, but that doesn't do much for their conversation right now.

"Yeah, sorry again about all this."

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, eyes moving across Clint's face as he's struck with a sudden wave of familiarity.

"Maybe we've met before?"

The thing is Clint isn't sure they have, but he knows about Bucky.

"Maybe. I just know Steve talks about you. Best friends." There's more he could say but its almost eery how much he knows about Bucky, probably a little more than he should. He grew up hearing about Steve and Bucky and how does that make any sense at all?

Michonne has no problem being a part of the resistance, and with her blade, she can make a convincing point. She doesn't particularly enjoy killing any mutant but if she has to, if it comes to that, she will. But by mid-fourth day she's pissed, beaten up, bruised by a mutant who'd once been a friend, and now she's just angry.

Angry enough that she has a mutant cornered who can't hurt her unless they touch her, just like Andrea. And she's taunting, katana at the ready. "We could just cut off your hands. Then you can't hurt anyone."

When she sees Clint, it's no concern to her. She's seen him around, knows who he is. "Wha do you think?" she calls to him. "Mutants might be less of a threat, if we take away the source of their ability."

His memories seemed to come back slowly and then suddenly all at once. It had been disorienting for a time but now that he remembered exactly what Wonderland is and that this is an event he is trying to figure out how to convince everyone else this isn't real.

He comes up on Michonne, someone he knows from Genosha more than Wonderland, he wonders exactly how he's going to convince her to let the mutant go. "Don't," he said approaching cautiously.

"Why the hell not?" she asks, looking toward him just long enough for the mutant to run.

"Shit. That's on you, next one of us he hurts, or worse, that's on you."

At least he didn't have to convince her to do anything, in that regard.

Clint watched as the mutant ran, yesterday he wouldn't have hesitated. Yesterday he also didn't know that this world was Wonderland.

"You're going to thank me for that in a day or two." Or at least he hoped this event wasn't going to last much longer. "This world isn't real, I know that sounds crazy but it's the truth."

The only reason she falters is because she's heard this before.

"You're the second person who's said that." Now, Michonne puts her katana away and looks more wary than anything else. "You're damn right it sounds crazy." But there's no way he could know about the conversation she had with Andrea, and what are the chances two separate people on two separates sides would tell her the same thing.

"What do you mean it isn't real?"

Her words catch him off guard as well. Someone else remembers too, that gives him a little hope. "Who else told you that?"

He moves closer, approaching her at a slower pace. "I mean that this place is all in our heads. We're all stuck in a place called Wonderland and it likes to mess with out memories, taking out what we know and replacing it with something else- with this."

"One of them," she tells him, clenching her jaw after. "Called this place Wonderland, too. Said she was sorry for everything"

And that's the real kicker. Michonne's known Andrea all her life, then the day she found out she was a mutant, abandoned her. Never gave Michonne a chance to do anything but hate her.

"How? If this is true, then what the hell?" A human and a mutant, both with the same story, and Michonne's faltering, her stoic expression faltering a little. "Why don't I remember anything like what you're saying?"

If even mutants are remembering than thats a good sign, maybe he isn't going crazy.

"I don't know. Everyone's explanation is always magic. Something about the magic of this place can take us from our worlds and change our memories." Which isn't exactly reassuring. "These mutant aren't our enemies, usually they are allies- friends." He thinks of Natasha and the two sets of memories he has of her- enemy here but best friend normally.

She honestly has no idea what to think. Her reality has always been so firmly rooted in what she knows, not a woman of faith, but more of science. She wants to believe there's some grand lie here, but the longer she lets him talk, the more she tries to really think.

"If you're not bullshitting me, if he's not, then eventually I'll remember. Is that what you're saying?"

What if the things she remembers are worse than the things she knows now?

"Yes, eventually everyone is going to remember. Or at least that's how this usually works." A few people had started to remember the longer he spoke with them.

"I know it's hard to believe and it's confusing but it's the truth and that's all I've got." He would rather know everything then live in a false world. Mind control was not something he was a fan of.

"That means the mutant, the one I thought was full of shit..."

It means she really does care. She came to her because she remembered something, because she knew this world wasn't it for them.

"She was telling the truth, and I tried to hurt her."

Shit.

"Has anyone else remembered that you know of?" Michonne wants to know, desperately, but so far nothing's coming back. She only has a sense of dread that she's done something she won't ever be able to fix.

"You didn't know." Not that that would make her feel better, Clint knew, but she didn't. This was Wonderland's fault, not theirs. Changing their memories making them think they had different lives, were different people.

"Yes, a few. Not many, but with the way things here work then more and more will." He hoped. He hoped that he was right and this wasn't just some mutant trick that was making him think his life was a lie.

She really doesn't know what to do with this information, but she knows what she should do, even if her memories don't quite yet match what Clint and Andrea were saying.

"If this turns out not to be true, we're gonna have another talk," she warns, but she's already making her way down the street. If it's true, she's going to get more information from the person who said hating her was a mistake.

Clint Barton is one of the few people Faith trusts in Genosha.

He knows the truth of her origins-- that it had never truly been her acting against the humans in favor of the mutants. That even after the mind control had stopped, she'd felt obligated to keep working in their favor as if somehow she owed them. Then Angel had come along and somehow helped her climb desperately out of the impossible situation she'd found herself in. She'd killed, and tortured, and for what?

"So, what? You're saying this is all some kinda dream or something?" She shovels another forkfull of chocolate chip pancakes into her mouth before reaching over the giant file full of mutant profiles to grab some more syrup. "Kinda detailed, don'tcha think?"

Despite how crazy he sounds, she listens. Because Clint Barton is trustworthy, down to the marrow of his bones. It's why Faith is going to go back into the heart of mutant territory and act like she's on their side still, until the day he says she doesn't need to anymore.

Faith is a friend, a good friend someone he trusts more than anyone- or so he had thought before all his memories started coming back. Still, in Genosha she was a friend and someone who would listen.

"Sort of. This place makes us forget who we are sometimes, it changes our memories." He's not really sure how to explain it- it's something he wouldn't have believed until he lived it, but if his memories are coming back then maybe other people's will too. He takes a long swallow from the coffee mug his hands are wrapped around.

"Listen, would I lie? I know something is coming. A mutant attack on the humans, only it's going to be friends attacking friends when all is said and done. We need to prevent that."

"Didn't say you're lying." She likes the challenge of Clint, the way he doesn't back down but can disarm a fight before it even begins with his unceasing sarcasm. She's not sure how a guy can be that cynical and that hopeful all in one go.

"Just-- I know better than a lot of people how your mind can get messed with. Not sure if it's all of us, or just you." Her look turns pointed, and Faith shrugs. And in goes another slab of pancakes.

Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? "Yeah, I know something about a person messing with your mind. But it's like now it's clear and before it was a clouded confused mess. Something was just wrong. You can't tell me that you don't feel it too." If anyone in this made up world was going to believe him it would be Faith. And if he couldn't convince her then he may as well give up and let this place run its course. But since giving up wasn't something he was likely to do he dug in.

"As far as I know right now it's just me. But if my memories are coming back then other people's probably are too."

Faith lets loose a raspy laugh. The sort of noise that marks someone as a smoker with little other evidence.

"Oh yeah. Something's definitely wrong." But she's just being a pain, and she knows it. And despite that she's biting this bait, Faith's eyes narrow when she asks: "So, why you then? Why're you so special?"

Clint can't help the smirk that glide across his face. "Are you telling me I'm not special? I'm wounded."

As for a real answer, he has no idea why he's getting his memories back, but explaining Wonderland never really worked.

"Oh you're 'special' all right." Faith returns that smirk, and punctuates it with finger quotes and everything.

"OK so let's say you're right. What's the point? Some kinda power play by a mutant or something? Make us all think we're living one life so they can root somebody out, maybe?" Though she's not terrible at the whole logic and rationalization thing, Faith's having trouble expanding it from Genosha, still.

But she does feel more compelled to believe Clint, for some reason. It doesn't seem so far-fetched that she wants to dismiss it out of hand...

Clint makes a face at her use of finger quotes and had he been next to her he would have poked her in retaliation, but a disgruntled face would have to suffice.

"That's the thing. Its not mutants. There are no mutants where we are from. Or well I guess there has to be one, since it pulls these events from our memories....but my point is there aren't an abundance. Theres no war between mutants and humans. We have more than just that. Witches, wizard, vampires, i think there's a talking pigeon."

Witches. Vampires. Something about those draws Faith's attention, a sharp lure in murky waters.

"Wait-- like, I vant to suck your blood?" And despite how unsure she is about it, Faith can't help herself now. She leans in, joking but also focused. Maybe it's crazy, or maybe he's on to something.

"So I might actually have fangs. Or wings. Which sounds like it'd take some serious juice to make happen, right? We'd be talking seriously big guns."

Clint couldn't help the half laugh he let out at that. "Well I haven't spoken to any of them but I don't think they actually come from Transylvania."

He looks her over raising an eyebrow. "Do you want wings? I don't think I've seen anyone with wings. But sure, you could totally have wings. Or super strength or fangs and live off blood."

Hey you put that eyebrow down, pal. You're the one being weird!!!

"I just thought, you know-- bats." Which is a horrible defense and Faith 100% knows it. Still, she's amused and there's something here in this conversation about things that go bump in the night.

"Could totally get behind super strength. If I gotta eat blood though there better not be any glitterskin involved. You could be my werewolf buddy."

Weird? Clint? Never!

"Like vampires that turn into bats?" At least she's humoring his crazy conversation for now.

"Why do I have to be the werewolf? I thought werewolves and vampires didn't get along." He doesn't want to be the one that gets fleas.

"Yeah but you're kinda hairy and goofy. Doesn't really scream vamp." Yeah because Faith is the epitome of classy and quiet like a vampire though. She definitely doesn't stomp around in combat boots or sunbathe ever.

"You gotta be the were, sorry."

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted." Or agree because he probably would make a better wolf than vampire, plus he liked the sun.

"I guess I can live with that....even if thats not actually what my real life is like." They may have lost the point of this conversation somewhere along the way.

"Which real life?" Faith poses it as a teasing challenge, but she can't say she's not actually interested in this theory. Now that he's posed it, and they joked about it, the idea feels a little more legitimate.

The more she thinks about it in any capacity, the more it's like a fog is lifting from her brain.

"You think we still know each other in Wonderland?" ...Wait where did that name come from?

"At this point, I actually have no idea." It was giving him a headache too. "The real like where I'm an Avenger, or well, a retired one."

He raises an eyebrow at her, because he definitely hadn't said that. "I'm not sure, we might."

"Hope you got a good pension, old man." Her sharp smirk comes back for a moment before Faith chews at her lip in thought, brow furrowing. Something's itching at the back of her mind now that the idea of Wonderland seems to have settled in.

"That's weird, I keep getting this idea like-- we're roommates, or something?" She sits up straighter, uncomfortable with the sensation of memories fighting out of the muck.

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sorry for the lateness!!!! day four pls? lmk if you need anything changed.

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