mocks_you:

"Turn left and head for that warehouse." Bobbi had to grit her teeth through most of the ride on the back of the bike to keep from just making sure that she'd be the only one showing up where the target was.  Trusting the situation wasn't going to happen but she didn't have much of a choice.  She needed to find out why they wanted her arms dealer and what he had as well as try to get to Clint if he was still alive.

He was alive.  She'd lived, he could make it too.  She wasn't going to believe that he couldn't get out of whatever Bullseye had got him into.  She had been good to her word and didn't let out any information on what she was doing when she got the location of Ali from Twitchy. 

This was going to suck.

bullseye_:

 It wasn't that long a drive out of the cesspits of Utah into the even more arid, but far more entertaining deserts of Las Vegas, Nevada. Hard to believe they was both settled by the Mormons, hah? Someone musta gotten their messages lost somewhere. Bullseye doesn't have to think which ones he prefers.

The man he's got tied up like a hog in the back of his van is quiet for the moment, but that won't last long. That's alright. Bullseye has some questions he needs answered anyway. Pulling over into a restaurant parking lot, he gets out, opens the back door - careful to make sure his hostage is still unconscious and not waiting to jump him - climbs in and locks back up. 

He'll need the suit - if Barton doesn't have it on him, he'll get ahold of one. But first and foremost, he needs answers.

dodge_this_shot:

Monday morning, Clint Barton has his bags packed and ready to go. He left word with Hank that he was going out of town for a few days and waited for the courier to arrive downstairs.

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dodge_this_shot:

After his conversation with Hank, Clint couldn't help but feel like a bit of a hypocrite. There he was, telling Hank how much he needed to get out of the lab and the mansion more, instead of solely dwelling on Jan when Clint himself was guilty of staying in and dwelling on his own problems. Hank's wife was, at the last, confined to an alternate reality with a real problem.

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doctor_pym:

Hank's laboratory in Avengers Mansion was not, technically, in Avenger's Mansion.  Oh, the door was there, but after having rebooted the Infinite Mansion by hooking into a different pocket dimension(took him about two hours of concentrated work), it made sense to branch out into whatever space was necessary.  He certainly had plenty of work to do, even with the Avengers reforming.  They'd offered him a spot on the team, though he wasn't entirely sure he should take it. 

His tenure running the so-called "Mighty Avengers" had been... well, perhaps calling it a draw was reasonable.  Some good, some bad.  There was the whole being named "Scientist Supreme" by the lifeforce of the Universe itself.  That was always good for an ego boost.  Gave him something to hold over Tony the next time he pulled that "I'm a Futurist, I just know" crap.

He looked over at his to-do list.

Build Heaven for Bill Foster.    X
Protect Women in Jan's Name   X
Watch out for Cassie                   in-progress
Bring Jan back
Find way to eliminate Ultron permanently
Undue the evil done in your name
Learn to forgive yourself

He went back to his work.   There was still so much to do.