A.N: Hello there! :D God damn, I already have so many fanfictions and I already make a new one. Don't worry this time I won't be making this fanfiction alone because I have zodiacDragon97 with me! yeah! :D Hopefully we will update this weekly and as fast as possible. (she insisted that I posted this in my account instead of hers. -w-)

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT OWN AVENGERS.

Bruce didn't really know how everything happened. First he got into this place called Desert State University. Then he got himself a room and a roommate named Clint Barton; who apparently love high places, obsessed with birds and arrows and archery (hey, what did you expect? He got into sports) and one more thing—he was one heck of a self-obsessed, stubborn motherfucker.

"For the last time Clint, I am not going to join you in your so called 'marvelous rainbow adventures in the world of Homestuck," answered Bruce as he read his book. He was reading a book about chemistry that he borrowed from a local library (and he was getting to the good part damn it!) when Clint suddenly barged in, took and threw away his book (in which Bruce caught with his quick reflexes fuck yeah!) and shove a laptop to his face while saying "Join me Bruce, join me in my marvelous rainbow adventures in the world of Homestuck"—Wait, why the hell did he paint himself grey and what's wrong with the rainbow candies on his head?

"Aww, c'mon Bruce! It'll be fun!"—here comes the funny weird lisp, "It'th going to be fun Bruce! Theriouthly," Bruce face palmed. "If I did read it—""'Till act 2!" "Yes, until act 2, will you please leave me alone?"

"Yes! I promise!" Bruce held out his hand, "Deal,"

Bruce regretted ever taking that fucking deal. He wanted to go back. Holy shit. He wanted to stop reading this—thing! This—monstrosity! "Oh my God, this shit is so fucked up in so many motherfucking levels!" shouted Bruce and he swore he could hear the evil laugh and evil aura coming out from Clint. The story started out simple and Bruce was like, "what's this shit?" and everything just turned out bad. He was so fucking addicted to the said web comic and he just couldn't stop reading it. Heck he was fond of one of the characters; John Eggbutt. Fuck his life, "Fuck my life," muttered Bruce.

"See I told you it's addictive," whispered Clint evilly and Bruce could feel the smug toothy grin on Clint's face even though he's not looking at Clint directly. "It's like feeding babies demon blood!" replied Bruce. He was just so addicted to the story he didn't know why? It's just about the characters dying over and over and over again and God fucking damn it he didn't understand why but he was addicted to it! "It's like this thing was made by the Satan himself!"

"It sure is Bruce," answered Clint, "it sure is,"

After reading through out the Acts (act 5), to say Bruce and Clint were freaking hardcore fans of Homestuck. They even made themselves Tumblr's and Clint drew some weird doodles ("they're called fan arts Bruce!") and posted them on it. They were both occupied with their own stuff when suddenly Clint called him. "Hey Bruce, did you know that there's this program called Pesterchum? They actually made it real?" Okay, that took Bruce's attention for a while.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah totes, let's download it," said Clint with a smile and so they did. It only took them several minutes to set everything up. Then the chumhandle box came up.

"What are you going to name yourself Clint?" asked Bruce.

"MeticulousBowman, cool eh?" replied Clint, not once looking at Bruce. Bruce frowned, "Am I the only one who didn't know what to name myself?"

"Hm… Yup pretty much yeah," Bruce groaned. He finally had his hands on the legendary Pesterchum but he didn't know what to name himself.

"What about using something like "Savant"?" "Wait, what? Why Savant?" "Because you always got books fucked up in your ass,"

Bruce groaned; Clint was so true yet so wrong in so many ways. He didn't have 'books fucked up in his ass'! He just loves studying a lot. And Clint's words were rude! "… tumultuousSavant,"

"What?"

"My pesterchum! tumultuousSavant!" "Yeah?" "Yeah!"

"Okay then bro, fire the shit up," replied Clint as he sat back and watched Bruce as he typed his username into the box.

"Hey Clint, have you tried activating your Random Encounter button?" asked Bruce before he stuffed his mouth with the instant noodles that he and Clint just made. "Whut doohh youuh mean?" asked Clint back with a mouth filled with food.

"Yeah, I just realized that we didn't activate our random encounter button, thus making us able to randomly encounter somebody but they were unable to encounter us," explained Bruce.

Clint frowned, "So you wanna try it out?"

"Yeah if I can, I mean, it's pretty interesting," Clint nodded, "Sure bro, go ahead," and Bruce did. He opened the Options menu and activated his random encounter button. Clint quickly ran towards Bruce's laptop and stare at it intensely.

"So what are we going to do now?" asked Clint.

"We wait,"

1 minute…

5 minutes…

20 minutes…

"Hell fucking shit! This is boring! I thought somebody was going to appear and started chatting and—" Bruce's pesterchum suddenly pinged.

- whimsicalPhilanthropist [WP] began pestering tumultuousSavant [TS] at 12:09 –

[12:09]WP: Hey.

"HOLY SHIT BRUCE! IT WORKED!" shouted Clint, maybe too hard. Bruce only chuckled as he rubbed his ear (Clint really did a number on his ear).

"Should I reply him?"

"Yeah totally Bruce! You should!" answered Clint happily and excitedly. Bruce smiled before he started typing, replying the unknown stranger.

[12:10]TS: Hey.

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