Location: Los Angeles, California - Scott's Apartment / Unknown "Let me kick this off. Name's Barton. Clint Barton but I'm sure you already knew that. This here is my partner ---" "Scott. Nice to meet you." "Scott, let me do the talkin'. Now I'm sure you already know the bull that the media is feeding the public but that ain't the whole story. You see it all started way back when this guy blackmailed the two of us into helping his little squad steal something." "And that's exactly why we're here." "Scott! *exhales* Anyway ---"
E101 P1: The Odd Couple
The room was dark other than the faint glow coming from the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. In the distance, the sound of a police siren was going off but Scott continued sleeping soundly as he was used to that sound. It was at that moment that Clint burst through his window crashing on his bedside table. "AHHHH! I'M UP!"
"Shut up!" Scott cringed at how he had likely just woke up a bunch of the other people in his apartment building. Hopefully, none of them went to Mrs. Garcia with a complaint. It was at this moment Scott actually noticed the cause of his abrupt awakening. His window was utterly smashed and laying on the remains of his table was Clint. His new roommate. Taking a closer look the man looked out of breath. He also had a few scrapes but nothing bad. He more or less seemed to be laying there even though he should have no problem getting up on his own. "What the heck man. Why did you come crashing into my room? And what happened to you?"
Clint groaned acting like he was in serious pain but by the look Scott gave him it was obvious that it wasn't going to trick him. The blond man groaned and slowly got to his feet. "Would you believe me if I said I was assaulted by a vicious panther and fought it off valiantly? No? Fine, I was helping an old lady get her cat out of a tree and it scratched me up. The police arrived and thought I was some two-bit criminal and started chasing me. I easily outran them but when I got here wanted to make sure they had no idea where I went so when I got to the alley I tried out my grappling hook arrow, and you can see the results. Sorry about the window by the way. I'll pay for it."
Scott nearly began fuming but started to calm himself down. He knew shouting at this hour would merely cause the two of them even more trouble as Mrs. Garcia had a clear policy about loud noises late at night. "Clint, you know that I know that you don't have a job. I'll fix it. You just clean up the mess." "You really do sound like a dad sometimes." "That's probably because I am one. I should've known letting you bunk here would've been trouble. It's like having an adult-sized teenager in my place instead of my daughter. I guess this is the rest of my curse for being a thief."
Of course, though Clint barely paid attention to any of that. "Are you talking to yourself?"
Scott let out an audible groan and facepalmed getting riled up again. "Anyway, as I mentioned, my grappling hook arrow isn't exactly working so could you recali-- whatever you do with it. I need it working so I can get out of pinches quick." "Are you sure you just didn't aim it wrong?" "My aim is never wrong."
Clint gave his usual cheesy grin along with the ridiculous finger guns. "Fine I'll work on it. Oh, and I made a little something that could be very helpful to you out in the field."
Scott rushed over to his closet and opened a small safe that usually housed all of his various projects. He pulled out what looked like a little ant, some glasses, and a remote control. Clint took a closer look at the gadget. "How is this supposed to help me. It's just a little bug."
Scott put on the glasses and then started fiddling with the remote control. The ant flew off of Scott's hand and right up to Clint. "Well, I got the idea when I was at the hospital visiting Cassie. I saw some kid playing with this thing called a hex bug. Nearby one of the maintenance guys were working on the cameras and I thought about how having a little camera follow you around to watch your back could be good. So, I bought a drone took it apart and added a few things till I got to this. It was hard to get it this small but this way it won't stick out like a sore thumb. I don't even have to be all that close to control it. The range is pretty good. Whattya think." "I don't know. Are you sure people won't notice? And I don't want you getting to close to danger." "I'm positive no one will see this little guy, and I told you I don't have to be close at all. Anyway, the drone wasn't cheap and neither was the rest of the stuff I used for it. So, I will be using it. Come on though. Go get some sleep and we can fix the window in the morning. I need some sleep." "I thought you said you'd fix it."
Scott's answer to that was to simply shove Clint out of his room.
Cheers and laughter could be heard throughout the warehouse. "Settle down boys. The boss is back." At that, the noise grew even louder. It had been a few years since their boss had been thrown into the klink. The Reapers leader, Ace, had been gone for quite some time now but as he was back the gang was itching to get some action. "All right everyone. Now that I'm outta the slammer it's time to stop taking things easy. Our territory has been encroached upon and I hear there is a new wannabe hero in town. I've been in contact with a few other organizations like us who are requesting our services. They want us to get as much info about this purple-clad clown as possible. So, go cause havoc to get his attention. I need to see what he can do, and getting the word out there that the Reapers are back at the table wouldn't be so bad either. But first. LET'S PARTY!"
The whole warehouse erupted in raucous activity. The Reapers were about to take their seat at the throne back.