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Clint smiled at Aisling and her three friends, Marie, Asher, and John. They were lying in wait for Jim's companions so that Brian and Jim could talk without their eavesdropping. He was helping Ethan get some more prizes for the games. Ethan was a nice guy. He even understood his problem with people thinking they had killed him cause of his own IMF career.
"Good luck. Hopefully you friends won't need to come get me to rescue you." Ethan snickered. Clint rolled his eyes.
"I am perfectly capable of handling myself in a fight, thank you very much. But, I'm just worried about how he'll react. I mean, I don't want him to just freak out and never speak to me again after I told him that he didn't need to live with the guilt cause he didn't actually kill me." Clint said.
"He really doesn't look Irish." Asher muttered to Aisling as he saw the approaching group.
"He is." Aisling said. Clint took a deep breath as he walked over to the tree where Jim was standing. As if on cue, the freshmen, sophomore, and eighth grader swooped in and after a few moments the people around Jim were gone. Jim was about to follow them when Clint spoke.
"There's a reason why they got dragged off, you know." Jim jumped about three feet in the air and spun around.
"Brian?" Jim gasped.
"Yes?" Clint tilted his head.
"BRIAN!" Jim launched himself at the smaller man and pulled him into a tight hug. "Brian... You're not dead... You're not dead..."
"Yeah... You didn't kill me." Clint awkwardly patted the back of his ex-partner. "I've been alive this entire time."
"Why didn't you let me know?" Jim pulled back slightly.
"Got a little busy. Seems like some of my co-workers fucked up and I had to fix it. And believe me, trying to stop nuclear war is not fun. Too many damn egos and wounded pride going around. Of course after that, World Security Council fucked up and I had to fix all of their fuck ups. Took me a few years. Then came space rock babysitting, mind-control, and the Battle of New York and now I'm here." Clint grinned.
"Damn." Jim blinked. "You've been busy."
"Yeah. I barely escaped the clutches of Tony Stark, Captain America, and Thor to come down here for some R&R at the October Festival." Clint chuckled. "Fucking hell are they hard to escape from. Cap wants to do team bonding all the damn time, Thor is always on a learning spree about Midgardian customs, and Tony is a persistant nosy bastard. Took help from Bruce and Tasha to get them to leave me alone long enough for me to get the hell outta Dodge."
"I feel so sorry for you." Jim snickered.
"Wanna walk and talk? See what's around?" Clint asked.
"Sure." Jim shrugged. They began walking. "So, Avenger, huh?" Jim grinned. "This town has some pretty badass people."
"I'm not the only one. The IMF's Golden Boy is here. Hell, I saved his ass, literally, yesterday from falling off a ladder." Clint grinned. He nodded at Ethan who winked.
"Damn. Next I'm gonna hear that James Bond is here." Jim laughed.
"No James Bond, but-" Clint was cut off by a shriek. John was running from Marie and Aisling was chasing the two down.
"Get your asal diabhal back here, Marie, ceart an ifreann anois!" Aisling shouted. Clint sighed and grabbed the sophmore and eighth grader as they tried to run.
"Tá mé go raibh sé suas le anseo le do cac damnaigh! Faigh do ghníomh diabhal le chéile!" Aisling shouted, obviously pissed off. "Marie, no fucking Twilight for two damn weeks. John, no damn Star Trek or any other fucking thing. In effect now. Hand over your damn electronic device with internet access." She held out her hand and the two handed her the devices in question when they saw the look on her face. "Now, you are to go back with Asher and stick with the LA people. You act up and I'm increasing punishment severity and duration, we clear?"
"Yes, Aisling." They said in unision. They scurried away. Clint raised an eyebrow.
"Everything okay there, Ais?" Clint asked.
"Marie tried to beat up John for no damn good reason. I had even told them best behavior. Fucking tired of playing policeman to their shit." Aisling growled. "How the hell could you do this for a job?"
"We had training." Clint replied. "Aisling this is Jim. Jim, Aisling, you've probably heard of her from your sister."
"Molly told me about you." Jim shook her hand.
"She told me about you." In a low voice where only the two Dubliners could hear, she said; "Most of that was how you wouldn't shut up about Clint/Brian. She said that you wouldn't stop talking about his eyes, ass, hair, lips, expressions, smirk, his everything." She smirked at the wide-eyed look and the deer caught in headlights look he threw over to Clint.
"Shut up!" He hissed. "He's right there!"
"I know. He knows. Nothing to hide." She smirked. In a louder voice, she said; "Now, I have to go entertain a bunch of LA people and monitor the trouble makers. Clint, you really should do something about the Spidey senses and charts." She walked off. Jim had a blush on his face when he looked over at Clint, whose face was completely red.
"AISLING!" He spluttered. "I am sorry about her. She is very inappropriate." Clint rubbed the back of his head.
"It's fine." Jim mumbled. He noticed the dark haired man Clint nodded at walking to them.
"Hey Ethan." Clint mumbled.
"You okay? You're really red. What happened?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Aisling happened. Her perverted self." Clint mumbled.
"She definitately doesn't act like a fifteen year old." Ethan chuckled. "Though, I suppose you know more about that since you're here more than I am."
"Yeah. She's something else all right." Clint muttered. "Anyways, what's up?"
"Just thought you might wanna know that the Avengers are here. If you wanted to avoid them." Ethan shrugged.
"Fucking hell." Clint groaned. "Can I not have a few days? Really?"
"Apparently not." Ethan replied. "See you later." He walked off.
"Let's go find a place to hide. Since you obviously don't wanna see your team." Jim snickered.
"Good plan." Clint muttered and pulled Jim into the crowd.