[ It had admittedly taken a while for Pietro to go and scout for Clint because of all the shit Apex has been putting them through this month. And he thought being forced to serve in a virtual reality resort with truth cocktails and caves with an audience was bad enough.
Wherever Clint will be — in his room, while showering, taking a nap, eating in peace — a sudden gust of wind blows as Pietro zips through and materializes in front of him. ]
So, Wanda told me you are here. [ He gives the man a quick once-over. ]
You look even older the last time I saw you. [ Yanno, while dying. ]
[Of course it happens in the showers. Bumping into others in the locker room makes the most sense; everyone's in and out doing what they need, sharing space, getting ready for fights, coming out of fights, just making it through the day--he's kept an eye out for familiar faces now that he knows they're around, but the pace of this whole Apex spotlight bullshit keeps everyone busy.
He does not, in fact, drop the soap. But it's a damn near thing when there's a sudden chilly gust, makes him startle in response. And then take a breath and shake his head, annoyed.] Jesus...
[So. Y'know. It's not the most ideal way to re-meet someone who died for you, buckass naked and soapy and in the fucking shower. The nice part (maybe, or maybe just the part that would be mortified if the part of him capable of being mortified wasn't a shriveled husk) is that after two weeks swinging comfy as can be in nothing at all in front of (albeit invisible) viewers is he doesn't make to hide himself. What would be the point?]
I think most people start with 'hello', even in Sokovia. [He gives Pietro his own once-over. Looks the same, honestly. What else was he expecting?] Yeah, I look like an even older man. Did she tell you that part? Bit of time differential there? [He's trying not to be immediately smart-mouthed, but that's how he and Pietro were for the brief time they ever knew each other. Trading barbs back and forth. He goes back to scrubbing himself, but his eyes are mostly on Pietro.] Living seems to be treating you well.
[ Oh, he likes the view. That's definitely a good view, alright, but Pietro manages to hide his shameless staring under the guise of scanning the old man for anything new. Maybe some scars here and there. Yeah, the guy definitely aged. Wanda did tell him about the time differential, which he may or may not point out later.
An advantage a speedster has is that a slow once-over is usually a quick one to normies, so he gets to have an eyeful of everything Clinton Francis Barton. Nice muscles, nice dick, even nicer ass. He'd be a hypocrite to say he doesn't find the man attractive. Does this mean he'd like to have sex with the guy? Well, Neocephalos likes giving them every excuse on the book to have sex with whoever's available anyway. He's surprised the showers here don't spray aphrodisiacs while they're at it.
So, for the most part, Pietro just thinks of it as having sex with someone he, at least, likes.
On to more pressing matters, though: ] Yes, Wanda told me about it. [ The time difference. ] I would have tried harder to find you, but you know. [ Gestures to this place, and what it stands for: Apex Legacies. ]
I am good, thank you for asking. [ Clint didn't ask, but that's what living seems to be treating you well meant, right?
Right. And you know what, staring at Clint shower like this, Pietro realizes he stinks from all his running. So, he's just going to nonchalantly pinch the back of his shirt, pull it up and off, with his shorts and underwear also joining the pile nearby. He turns the shower knob and walks under the spray. ]
Get your own soap. [Tier Nobody doesn't get to have much. Does he need to be protective of soap? Maybe not, but--] Aren't you in Two? You probably have the fancy stuff; go get some of that.
[Is he suggesting Pietro go super speed streaking through Neocephalos for fancy soaps? Maybe. Who's going to notice, after all? He moves too fast for anyone to see. (Is Clint going to give in if Pietro is petulant enough? That remains to be seen.)]
So. [So.] Probably not a great place to talk about it, huh.
[ And before Clint can keep the soap away from him, he steals it in a split second, and in another second, his body's already good and lathered up. Another split second and the soap's back in Clint's possession. Definitely a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment.
Pietro's back running his hands through his hair under the showerhead, continuing the conversation like nothing happened. ] She is planning to get us a nice place. You are not invited, of course. [ He's kidding, but that doesn't really show in his delivery. Tossing barbs at each other back and forth is the name of the game for these two.
He's facing the showerhead, eyes closed, when he cracks an eye open to turn at Clint. ] Talk about what? That we are both here being sold as entertainment? [ Clearly that's what they should talk about, right? ]
Ohhhh, so your baby sister's more popular than you are. [Okay fine jerkface don't get your own soap! Whatever!!!] That must sting the ego a little. [See? Barbs are the way they communicate. They'll be insufferable around Wanda. God. Clint might turn it down for her sake, anyway.]
And I'll have you know I'm definitely invited. By your more popular sister. I've even been promised fresh food instead of doggy treat paste, lucky me.
[It's the good part about knowing people, having friends already in the city. Couches to crash on, perks to share. Clint isn't sure he'll be able to repay any of it from anyone given he plans on not intentionally ever giving the corporations what they want, but maybe he'll stumble backwards into fame. That's how he ended up with the Avengers, isn't it?]
[ It should sting his ego a little, to be honest, but Pietro has good reason for not being able to climb the tiers as fast as Wanda. Which he points out now while his eyes leave Clint's form (but not before checking out that ass again). ]
I threw a fight early on when I got here because I was about to fight a friend who was drugged up by this very generous corporation.
[ Those last two words he pronounces with a bite. His hands roam his muscled torso, soap lather rinsing away under the rivulets of water cascading down his skin. ]
Got me hospitalized and damaged my reputation, so I had to work it back. Wanda helped, of course, by doing a promo for me, in case you have not seen it. [ He turns to Clint, deadpan: ] Knowing you, you have not.
[ Then he continues rinsing away. ] I am not jealous, especially since she deserves to be more popular. We both benefit from it, anyway.
You are exactly right, I haven't. And I don't want to see it. [No thanks, would prefer not to contribute to the commodification of his friends if he can help it. Sometimes he can't. Looking shit up on the eyeball internet means he sees things sometimes. Interviews, podcasts, commercials, various posts, various clips.
He's pretty sure that when he gets home, he's banning the kids from the internet until they're forty.]
I've already warned my doctor friend to expect to see a lot of me. Even after this breakneck schedule settles down. My plan's mostly to just escape a fight if I can, and none of these are designed with that in mind. At least the VR stuff isn't real.
Riot's over. Everyone who was at da club got something in the air. Most everyone feels good but some of the culty fucks are still culty even when a doc is keeping them company and they can't stand straight.
p sure cops and docs will show up any second if they haven't already. Spacious place, lots of bodies, he found a quiet corner to hole up in. I'm keeping him safe from anyone else who wants to get stabby.
two convos at once is hard i have to yell at him real quick does he not like people touching him bc he's being an asshole when i'm trying to help
It's just not ideal. Oh. Also this isn't a sexy dungeon club. Music club with dancing and music. Just fyi
A new apartment deserves a proper celebration, and Wanda and Pietro Maximoff would love for you to join them for an evening of good food, strong drinks, questionable music, and even better company.
There will be plenty to eat, a little something from home, and almost certainly more trouble than either of them intends.
Basically I drive around the hotspots in the city and offer treatment on the spot. Simple stuff, for things like wounds and dehydration and overdoses. But the riots and what happened to him have him concerned. I'm not saying he's wrong.
But he wants you watching my back, basically. I don't need help with the medical side of the job.
I can slap on some steri and bandages and do some basics. Shove some gatorade down someone's throat. [but y'know in a friendly way]
Is there a reason he's treating you like you haven't been here longer than him and couldn't possibly look out for yourself? There a history here or what?
[It's not even that he wouldn't go. Now that his schedule has gone from running himself ragged to bland nothing nobody central in what he assumes is a more normal time all around, it's not like he's doing much beyond training and exploring. And avoiding any random fights Betty Boop the Annoying Intervention wants to suggest to him.
It's just that this is a habit of Robby treating one of his doctors like a child. Sure, Dennis looks like he has only maybe graduated high school, but he's an actual doctor, so he's not actually a child. Presumably. And aren't there several of them? Several people much more suited to the task of helping out?]
I guess since there aren't exactly certification requirements here, you can help with that kind of stuff if you really need to. Absolutely no shoving anything anywhere, though.
What do you mean? He's my boss. He's just worried about me.
[ As an employee. Even though he's been whining, the very reasonable observations blindside Dennis. Robby's just concerned, isn't he? ]
Jack has military experience. Mel doesn't work the street like I do.
I'll shove if shoving is called for. But not until then.
Does your boss not trust you? Did something happen? He was so adamant you not come and do his stupid stitches even though most of the club was definitely 50 shades of out of it by then.
Why not ask Doctor Jack the military guy? What does Dr King do if she doesn't do street work? Besides get Robby fiddling with fidget clits.
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Wherever Clint will be — in his room, while showering, taking a nap, eating in peace — a sudden gust of wind blows as Pietro zips through and materializes in front of him. ]
So, Wanda told me you are here. [ He gives the man a quick once-over. ]
You look even older the last time I saw you. [ Yanno, while dying. ]
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He does not, in fact, drop the soap. But it's a damn near thing when there's a sudden chilly gust, makes him startle in response. And then take a breath and shake his head, annoyed.] Jesus...
[So. Y'know. It's not the most ideal way to re-meet someone who died for you, buckass naked and soapy and in the fucking shower. The nice part (maybe, or maybe just the part that would be mortified if the part of him capable of being mortified wasn't a shriveled husk) is that after two weeks swinging comfy as can be in nothing at all in front of (albeit invisible) viewers is he doesn't make to hide himself. What would be the point?]
I think most people start with 'hello', even in Sokovia. [He gives Pietro his own once-over. Looks the same, honestly. What else was he expecting?] Yeah, I look like an even older man. Did she tell you that part? Bit of time differential there? [He's trying not to be immediately smart-mouthed, but that's how he and Pietro were for the brief time they ever knew each other. Trading barbs back and forth. He goes back to scrubbing himself, but his eyes are mostly on Pietro.] Living seems to be treating you well.
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An advantage a speedster has is that a slow once-over is usually a quick one to normies, so he gets to have an eyeful of everything Clinton Francis Barton. Nice muscles, nice dick, even nicer ass. He'd be a hypocrite to say he doesn't find the man attractive. Does this mean he'd like to have sex with the guy? Well, Neocephalos likes giving them every excuse on the book to have sex with whoever's available anyway. He's surprised the showers here don't spray aphrodisiacs while they're at it.
So, for the most part, Pietro just thinks of it as having sex with someone he, at least, likes.
On to more pressing matters, though: ] Yes, Wanda told me about it. [ The time difference. ] I would have tried harder to find you, but you know. [ Gestures to this place, and what it stands for: Apex Legacies. ]
I am good, thank you for asking. [ Clint didn't ask, but that's what living seems to be treating you well meant, right?
Right. And you know what, staring at Clint shower like this, Pietro realizes he stinks from all his running. So, he's just going to nonchalantly pinch the back of his shirt, pull it up and off, with his shorts and underwear also joining the pile nearby. He turns the shower knob and walks under the spray. ]
Pass the soap when you are done.
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[Is he suggesting Pietro go super speed streaking through Neocephalos for fancy soaps? Maybe. Who's going to notice, after all? He moves too fast for anyone to see. (Is Clint going to give in if Pietro is petulant enough? That remains to be seen.)]
So. [So.] Probably not a great place to talk about it, huh.
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[ And before Clint can keep the soap away from him, he steals it in a split second, and in another second, his body's already good and lathered up. Another split second and the soap's back in Clint's possession. Definitely a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment.
Pietro's back running his hands through his hair under the showerhead, continuing the conversation like nothing happened. ] She is planning to get us a nice place. You are not invited, of course. [ He's kidding, but that doesn't really show in his delivery. Tossing barbs at each other back and forth is the name of the game for these two.
He's facing the showerhead, eyes closed, when he cracks an eye open to turn at Clint. ] Talk about what? That we are both here being sold as entertainment? [ Clearly that's what they should talk about, right? ]
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And I'll have you know I'm definitely invited. By your more popular sister. I've even been promised fresh food instead of doggy treat paste, lucky me.
[It's the good part about knowing people, having friends already in the city. Couches to crash on, perks to share. Clint isn't sure he'll be able to repay any of it from anyone given he plans on not intentionally ever giving the corporations what they want, but maybe he'll stumble backwards into fame. That's how he ended up with the Avengers, isn't it?]
Alright, got it, not talking about it.
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I threw a fight early on when I got here because I was about to fight a friend who was drugged up by this very generous corporation.
[ Those last two words he pronounces with a bite. His hands roam his muscled torso, soap lather rinsing away under the rivulets of water cascading down his skin. ]
Got me hospitalized and damaged my reputation, so I had to work it back. Wanda helped, of course, by doing a promo for me, in case you have not seen it. [ He turns to Clint, deadpan: ] Knowing you, you have not.
[ Then he continues rinsing away. ] I am not jealous, especially since she deserves to be more popular. We both benefit from it, anyway.
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He's pretty sure that when he gets home, he's banning the kids from the internet until they're forty.]
I've already warned my doctor friend to expect to see a lot of me. Even after this breakneck schedule settles down. My plan's mostly to just escape a fight if I can, and none of these are designed with that in mind. At least the VR stuff isn't real.
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text;
How badly is he hurt?
He won't tell me what's going on. Just that you're with him.
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[Being high does not make grandpa braintext any better, that's for sure.]
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[ But he feels bad even admitting that much about his boss to someone else. ]
He also said he's safe.
You do NOT sound safe.
[ Robby has definitely left out that anyone's high, too. ]
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He wouldn't let me do stitches on him
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He won't tell me where you two are, either.
[ Something he realizes he probably shouldn't have admitted before asking: ]
Where is this happening?
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two convos at once is hard i have to yell at him real quick
does he not like people touching him
bc he's being an asshole
when i'm trying to help
It's just not ideal. Oh. Also this isn't a sexy dungeon club. Music club with dancing and music. Just fyi
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[ He's wiping his hands over his face in a distinctly Robby-like gesture. ]
He's not great about accepting help, no. I don't know about the touching.
[ Not in his recent experience but he's not about to say that? ]
I wasn't wondering that, but. Okay.
...I had no idea he liked dancing.
[ Since no one is telling him ANYTHING USEFUL, he'll comment on what he's allowed to know. ]
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Pretty sure he's here same reason I'm here, bc there was something going on and he knew help was needed he just ended up in the aftermath
I'll ask him about what he wait are you texting me because he texted you and youre asking where we are because he wont tell you
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A PERSONAL INVITATION
THE MAXIMOFFS
home is wherever I'm with you.
You're invited.
A new apartment deserves a proper celebration, and Wanda and Pietro Maximoff would love for you to join them for an evening of good food, strong drinks, questionable music, and even better company.
There will be plenty to eat, a little something from home, and almost certainly more trouble than either of them intends.
NEOCEPHALOS ✦ TIER TWO
The Maximoff Residence · Evening
Come hungry. Bring something if you'd like.
Most importantly, make yourself at home.
OPEN YOUR INVITATION »
WITH LOVE, WANDA & PIETRO
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Any chance you're free tomorrow?
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It just FEELS like babysitting. I'm always in public and I don't run straight into trouble like he does.
Apparently.
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Tell me what it is you do and what it is that's expected of me.
Besides being a plan of some sort.
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Basically I drive around the hotspots in the city and offer treatment on the spot. Simple stuff, for things like wounds and dehydration and overdoses.
But the riots and what happened to him have him concerned. I'm not saying he's wrong.
But he wants you watching my back, basically. I don't need help with the medical side of the job.
[ Not help from Clint, anyway. ]
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Is there a reason he's treating you like you haven't been here longer than him and couldn't possibly look out for yourself? There a history here or what?
[It's not even that he wouldn't go. Now that his schedule has gone from running himself ragged to bland nothing nobody central in what he assumes is a more normal time all around, it's not like he's doing much beyond training and exploring. And avoiding any random fights Betty Boop the Annoying Intervention wants to suggest to him.
It's just that this is a habit of Robby treating one of his doctors like a child. Sure, Dennis looks like he has only maybe graduated high school, but he's an actual doctor, so he's not actually a child. Presumably. And aren't there several of them? Several people much more suited to the task of helping out?]
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Absolutely no shoving anything anywhere, though.
What do you mean?
He's my boss. He's just worried about me.
[ As an employee. Even though he's been whining, the very reasonable observations blindside Dennis. Robby's just concerned, isn't he? ]
Jack has military experience. Mel doesn't work the street like I do.
[ And almost no one messes with Dana. ]
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Does your boss not trust you? Did something happen? He was so adamant you not come and do his stupid stitches even though most of the club was definitely 50 shades of out of it by then.
Why not ask Doctor Jack the military guy? What does Dr King do if she doesn't do street work? Besides get Robby fiddling with fidget clits.
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