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Everyone was just brought back. peter was back. Five years after his death he was back. Tony Stark had managed to create time travel and bring half of the planet back with the help of the remaining Avengers. But it was all in vain.
Peter had given Tony that hug he’d longed for just before jumping into battle. The entire time, though, his head was dancing with words of another voice. A voice so yellow and calm. His Spidey-sense alerted in familiarity and danger every time he got close to Thanos, the Titan alien that killed him. When he’d grabbed onto the glove a second time, he went straight for the Soul-stone as it spoke the foreign-yet understandable language to him. And it seems Hawkeye could hear it too because he shot an arrow in the glove next to the ruby red Reality stone. “Kid, I don’t think we’re making it out of here!” Hawkeye shouted over the sounds of war. Thanos’ mouth was moving but no words made it to the two’s ears as a bright light shone. Suddenly the two were gone, and so were two Infinity stones. The strongest sentinel beings in the universe.
The two were taken far from the battle. Instead, they were taken to a much calmer, yet still very dangerous place. Clint — or Hawkeye, the very awesome spy — had woken up first. His hearing aids, bow and arrows. All of his technology was gone. No way to contact anyone. Unless he used the payphone falling apart just across the alley. Yep, he’s stranded in a city. And by the looks of it, so is Peter. But the kids' suit is just technology… Peter was wearing what he had been under his suit, before he died. A simple nerdy t-shirt and some jeans.
With that cleared up, Clint had decided to find shelter. He had a clearly not waking up Peter on his back, and one rule to follow so far. Talk to nobody. So, while walking to his unknown destination, The grown man had kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, something that could tell him where he is and what language to speak. Clint had passed by one newspaper box that was somehow still standing, and read ‘Gotham Gazette’. Gotham City huh? That place isn’t on any map of any kind. But Clint ignored that for now and just kept moving until he found an abandoned police station. Not the safest, but definitely safer than the streets. The heavy metal doors with control panels were easy to hot-wire and bypass if they hadn’t been already, and when Peter woke up, He’d have a new fun project.
The adult of the pair had gotten to work cleaning up the upstairs for the two of them, and found that the place had running water and a few cans of food. But he’d save that for when Peter woke up. The kid needs to eat more than him. Literally in every sense possible. He has high metabolism, he’s a kid, and Clint doesn’t eat much on missions anyway. This is definitely a mission by his standards. They’re stranded in a random city in a quite possibly random country, with no food, water, or currency. Clint was sure he almost snapped his neck with how fast he raised his head. Peter had started to stir and was sitting up. “Kid? Peter? Can you hear me?” Peter blinked a couple times before closing his eyes and nodding again. “I’m good, just overstimulated… Where’s the rest of us? Where are we?” Clint put his hand on the kids’ shoulder and just rested it there. “We’re separated. Thanos snapped again, only no one was turned to dust this time. That’s all I remember.” Peter sighed at the news.
He messed up again. He went for a portion instead of the whole and cost them a war… He messed up big time. “Peter, there’s canned goods that you can eat, and water safe enough to drink until we really clean this place up. We’re in Gotham City. That’s all I know.” Clint grabbed a couple of cans for the kid to eat and got back to work getting the bigger bulk out. He just threw it to the lower level until they could clean that up too. “We need identities. And jobs..” Peter stated numbly. It had dawned on him as he ate the room temperature green beans that the two would be here a while. “We can do separate runs to get jobs. But for the identities I need your techy-nerd skills. And a library.” Peter cracked a small smile at the ‘insult’ and started gathering up what trash he could. “I’ll go out first for a job.” Peter offered. It would be a good chance to figure out why his senses won’t stop buzzing. Before Clint could argue, Peter added onto his statement. “If I’m not back by sundown, you can come looking for me.” Clint sighed. He knows the kid is just as stubborn as Tony, if not more. “Okay. Get rest. You’ll go out tomorrow.” The younger of the two nodded and sat in the corner next to the older man and promptly fell asleep again. Clint smiled down at the sleeping teen on him. At least Peter isn't alone.