Prompt as follows : ack you're a really good writer. um, not really original, but hansel and clint barton (both as played by jeremy renner) talking on a camping trip? maybe with natasha romanoff and gretel?
prompted by omarysueo on tumblr :)
"So, you're saying you're my ancestors?" Clint can't help but feel a little bit weird. Not only did a carbon copy of himself bump into his life, but said carbon copy had brought along his sister, and now, for some reason, they were all sitting around one of those plastic tables you can fold together and take with you. It's not like him and Natasha had wanted to get away from New York and SHIELD for a while, and then something like this goes and happens. He just shakes his head, as he tries to understand what this guy - Hansel, apparently - has just told him. Natasha sits next to him and shares an amused look with the sister, Gretel. "Yeah, we are. It's a long story, though," Hansel starts, and Clint hides his face behind his hands and whines. He doesn't want to have anything to do with magic right now, but the fact that apparently Hansel and Gretel were, a) real; b) his ancestors; c) still alive, is a little bit too much to take in at first glance. Natasha looks like she hasn't really taken any side on the matter yet. But, then again, her and Gretel have the same vibe, so Clint doesn't think it's weird that Natasha hasn't said anything yet that might disturb him. "Basically, Gretel here's a white witch, I'm her brother, we have white witch blood in us, so we can't die unless we're beheaded or burnt on the pyre. Which, thankfully, still hasn't happened."
Clint raises an eyebrow from behind his hands and sighs very loudly. "But this is too weird, man," he explains, as he lowers his hands and taps them on the plastic table, making the tupperwares and the thermos shake gently. "I feel like I'm looking into a mirror that's not repeating what I'm doing," he states, and Natasha giggles. "Don't, Clint, Hansel here is nothing like you. You put way too much hair gel in your hair," she adds, and Gretel smiles. Well, apparently the witch hunters have adapted well into modern society because the don't react to anything around them. Clint rubs his eyes with one hand, as he tries to understand. "But, I still don't get why you've found me now. What am I supposed to do? Help you out kill a witch?" he asks, and Hansel leans forward, gently, smiling at him. "No, you're supposed to help us catch a God."
"NO!" Natasha giggles when Clint slams his hand onto the table, and points at Hansel. "I'm NOT gonna go hunt a God, because one already messed with my head way too much, and besides, he's way too far away to be messed with anyways." There's a little moment of silence, as the three others watch Clint carefully, and then Hansel breaks his pokerface and begins laughing out loud, soon followed by Gretel who covers her mouth. Even Natasha has to bite her lower lip not to laugh too visibly at him. "Oh my god, you should've seen your face, Clint. It was brilliant," Hansel exclaims, before grabbing his beer and handing it to the archer. "We're just poking at you to make sure you're a descendant, that's all. Don't worry."