And another one. Enjoy!

Lost In Time?

His favourite spot was occupied. For a moment, Clint considered going back inside. The dark figure on the roof turned slightly but the sliver of light that now fell on the face hadn't been necessary for Clint to identify the person. Rogers.

All the more reason to go back inside. The guy hadn't seemed particularly mad when Stark had explained that they had only pranked him – especially since Banner, too, had been fooled – but one could never know. Something made Clint stop, though. The good captain looked more than just a little lost. So Clint joined him.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

Rogers turned.
"Oh, it's you."
He gave Clint a small, tight-lipped smile.
"I slept for seventy years. That's more than enough for a lifetime, don't you think so, too?"

Clint thought he detected just the tiniest hint of bitterness in the man's voice.

He shrugged.
"Can't tell. Never slept that long. The longest I was ever out of it was two weeks."

That mission really had gone spectacularly wrong and if it hadn't been for Tasha and Coulson, he would have been out of it for good.

Rogers nodded but didn't say anything.

He stared at the city down below.

Clint again debated whether to go back inside. Not that silence bothered him. Hell, there had been missions where he'd been forced to spend hours in the same position without making a sound. This was a heavy kind of silence, however. The kind that he didn't like. There was something on Rogers' mind. And he would talk about it. They always did, sooner or later. If Clint was still here, then, he would feel obliged to reply, maybe offer some kind of advice. He wasn't so sure whether he was really the right person to do so. The one piece of advice that he could give from his own experience was "Don't mess up your life cos it's really, really hard work to try to straighten out everything again." Which, unfortunately, wouldn't apply to anything Rogers might say.

"It really doesn't look all that different from here."
Rogers glanced at him.
"The city, I mean."

There. He had known it. He should have made his exit while there still was time. Too late now.

Clint stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
"Well, if you're asking me, it's changed a lot during the last, say, twenty years or so."

"Yes, I guess you're right."
Rogers sighed.
"Maybe it's just wishful thinking."

Clint gave him a sideways glance. Could you actually get homesick for a certain time, rather than a certain place? Judging from the look on the guy's face, you probably could.
"You're missing your folks, huh?"

"Not as often or as much as I used to since I moved into the tower with you lot", Rogers said with a small smile. "But sometimes, I do. And I'm not sleeping as much as I used to. Side-effect of the supersoldier serum, I guess. That gives me a lot of time to think."

"Or watch Tony's X-rated movies." Clint grinned at him. "'Not on the counter'?"

Rogers blushed.
"Yes, that. Sorry. I'm still adjusting to all this."
He made a vague gesture.
"In this time, stuff seems to be possible or even normal that, back in my time, few would even think about. Let alone try."

"Now you sound like your own grandpa."

"I'm old enough to be my own grandpa."
Again, Rogers sighed.
"Not that I don't like it here or that I don't like you people but sometimes –"
He shrugged.

"Sometimes you wish you could turn back time and be with your - friends", Clint finished for him.

He knew that feeling only too well.

Rogers nodded.

"And I wish I could have kept my date with Peggy. – Well, I guess getting lost in time is a good enough excuse for not showing up, huh?"

He looked at Clint.

Clint snorted.
"Lost in time – and lost in space – and meaning."

He didn't know why that line had suddenly popped up in his mind. Maybe because of the "lost in time" stuff.

Rogers frowned.
"What?"

Of course, he didn't get it. Clint actually would have been surprised if he had cos it wasn't exactly the kind of movie he would have expected Captain America to have seen.

On the other hand – Tony's X-rated movies …

"What's the time?" Clint asked, straightening.

"Uh –" Rogers checked. "Half past eleven. Why?"

"Ah, good. We can make it, then."
He turned and strode away.
"C'mon, I wanna show you something. I can't guarantee you'll like it but it's better than standing here and getting homesick. Lot more entertaining, too."

Rogers followed him a little hesitantly.
"What exactly do you want to show me, if you don't mind me asking?"

Clint waited until the guy had caught up with him. He grinned.
"You, my friend, are about to join me for the midnight screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. If we're lucky, we'll even catch an audience participation."

"Rocky Horror Picture Show?" Rogers frowned. "What's that?"

Clint laughed.
"Just wait and see!"