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Who?: Clint Barton and Phil Coulson.
What?: A heart to heart. Clint is feeling cooped up and Phil is hiding.
Where?: Clint's going to go in search of the handler he trusts and he's taking Lucky the puppy.

Honestly he never thought he would end up feeling so disconnected. Mostly because he'd come to the conclusion he wasn't really the teaching type - so far - Kate seemed pretty set in her ways and Natasha and everyone else were leading...lives.

It allowed him time to think. Thinking was bad. It allowed him to focus on his failures and the problems that he has on every level.

That was bad. He didn't need a shrink to tell him how bad it was.

So he's scooped up Lucky in his arms and he's knocking on phil's door with the dog cuddling close. He gets a lot of exercise but he still eats, the dog is an eating machine and it's a heavy comforting weight.

Phil's door is the easiest door to find.

He knocks on the door with a frown.

"...Are you allergic to dogs?"

Who?: Clint Barton + Open.
What?: Arrival in Wonderland
When?: Early in the morning and throughout the day in wonderland.
Warnings?: There will be some most likely. He's coming straight from the end of the Avengers (with no shawarma. :( ) So expect them!

There's a symphony of aches and pains in his head, his back, his arms, but the word's come down. Stark's alive, Natasha's alive, the well deserved spoils of a victory deserved. Not to mention that the hulk - Banner, Bruce Banner has somehow cornered Loki.

That's really the last thing he remembers, getting ready to take the guy in. With back up behind him and sweet and clear adrenaline the world makes sense...until it doesn't.

He wonders briefly, idly, if he passed out because when he wakes up he's on grass, not cement or carpet. Everything aches but his bow is still in his hands and he still...smells like he crawled out of a fire fight.

The only difference is the mansion - the palatial mansion that makes him think of a dozen and one different places seen during what Fury called his "unique" youth. Clint preferred to think of it as misspent on days like today because the first thing he thought of upon seeing it was illusion.

Mirage even.

His vision flashes blue for a moment, from a combination of exhaustion and terror and he has to wonder if this is something Asgardian. If this is a Loki trick, if after everything he got away and he still has him. At least he still has his bow and he instantly goes to draw an arrow just to be on the safe side...

Only to find nothing. So okay maybe I didn't dream that last act... But he slips into espionage mode going through the list of what would any of the people he respects do - from Nick Fury right down to Captain America, amazed that Tony Stark and Captain America (Captain America, how crazy was that? Still?) had made the list.

So when he sees the pamphlets in the entrance hall (and what an entrance hall!) he flips one open, reads it, and leaves it casually on the table once it's done. Sure it makes sense but the whole thing had a suspicious air about it that reminded him of Loki. Who else would pull a beloved midgardian fable out of the air and use it to taunt someone under his control?

That's when it hits him. Standing there next to the pamphlets - he's scared. The weight of what he'd just done hits hard and it's a lot harder to take without back up or security. He buries it deep, very deep for processing later once he's sure that this is a Loki dream. He had a space in his head during all of that, he just had to figure out how to find it again since this was...considerably more vivid. (Unless that pamphlet was telling the truth-)

No.

That was stupid. Right?

Grabbing the pamphlet he keeps his bow off to the side. Exploration, then arrows, "Because I just love arrows."

One slightly limping archer, wandering through the entrance hall trying to make his way up to a higher vantage point. Don't be surprised if he hits or looks a little furtive. This place could very well be a figment of an overactive Asgardian imagination.