Clint Barton

Philip isn't doing anything too weird. He's standing in one corner of the room with his eyes closed and one arm spread to his side, his spirit off in the Gaia Library performing a look-up on an interesting tidbit he recently heard.

"Keywords: Apples, doctors. Does an apple a day truly keep the doctor away? I must investigate." Unfortunately, he'd never learned the merit of keeping his damn mouth shut while he did this, and even while he's off in la-la land his mouth still moves. Hope he's not bothering you too much, Clint.

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Clint glances at him, sideways.

Silence might be the greater part of valor, but he's definitely paying more attention to his roommate than his book.

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There is a chime.

It's the door chime. Which means someone is at the door.

But look, guys, she's being polite and waiting for them to open the door.

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Clint takes a moment, to see if his roommate is even going to react to the chime.

After he very much doesn't, Clint gets up carefully and moves to answer the door. He was kind of expecting Natasha, or a security officer.

"Hey," he says, smiling slightly. He turns sideways, so she can come on in. "Philip's -- uh, busy."

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tanteiotaku

He'd never seen so many redheads in one place before. But when he noticed this particular one was headed for Philip's room, he had as good an excuse as any. He actually slipped in around Natasha, one hand on his hat, using the gap in the door Clint had left. "Hey," he said simply.

Once in, he headed over to Philip. "Oi, what happened to not looking like the weirdos here?"

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Hearing that voice draws Philip's attention. He still doesn't leave the Library, but he chooses to actually address his partner.

"Ah, Shotaro. I'm currently looking up something very important. Would either you or Clint Barton care to assist me?" He hasn't noticed Natasha, of course.

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Natasha's choosing to be amused by this. It's one of a few options open to her - particularly given the brief startle of Shotaro coming in so close behind her before she worked out he was trying to slip into the room - and all things considered, she'd rather be amused.

The boy has a fedora. And Philip is...

Standing there.

Okay.

She knocks her shoulder lightly against Clint's arm, glancing from him to the two boys.

(He'd get more of a look at the other two normally, as he's the one she's checking in on, but, what.)

"Busy. I can see that."

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Clint nods. He raises his voice slightly, so Shotaro can hear him. "He said something about that saying -- 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away'. I guess he's figuring out how accurate it is."

His roommate is strange, but the young detective's fine, and if they're friends -- well, best he knows what's up.

He knocks his shoulder back against Natasha's, equally lightly, and closes the door behind her.

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tanteiotaku

Another one of his tangents. He let out a huff, knowing he was about to roll the dice on just how deep in he was. Maybe without the white boards it would be easier. "You lucked out on roommates. I got a kinda crazy Scottish woman who made sure to tell me she was married."

But back to business. "But I have something for you to look up for me. It's an easy one." Well, they were here and they're watching him, so there was no sense in keeping secrets.

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Philip groans. Since he hasn't narrowed the search down to anything definitive, though, it's probably best to leave off here and try again later. Especially since it sounds like things are getting busy.

He opens his eyes, blinking in surprise when he sees who else is here. "Ah, Natasha. I was not expecting you." Don't worry, Shotaro, he'll get to your lookup in a second.

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She thinks about quoting Monty Python, and then leaves off.

"I do that sometimes," is what she settles for. "But I was tracking down Clint."

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Clint's kind of amused at being the roommate someone'd luck out to get.

But he notes the question Shotaro asks more.

"Do you have an AI you're communicating with?"

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tanteiotaku

Good, they all knew each other. Through someone or the other. That should make this easier. "My partner here has all of the knowledge on Earth inside his head," he told them. "It's called the Gaia Library."

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With a little smile on his face, Philip tilts his head at Shotaro. "What was that about remaining inconspicuous?" He doesn't care, really. After the events of the previous year, there is nobody left to try and exploit his abilities. The only risk is that he'll look weird -- and that's a thing Philip has cared about since approximately never.

"It's as Shotaro says," he tells Clint. "Unfortunately, I am limited to the knowledge of our planet Earth as of the year 2011. Otherwise I'm sure I'd have found a way to return home by now."

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Wait, what.

"All of it?"

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Clint's startled at first by the level of surprise in Natasha's voice, before he re-winds what went before mentally.

Somehow library had limited him to thinking it was all of the knowledge in books.

He shifts slightly, so his left hip and leg are resting very gently against hers. He'd rather not make it that obvious that Natasha is -- well. Not feeling safe.

"How's that work?"

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tanteiotaku

He was used to surprise from people, but his gut told him there was more they weren't saying. But he'd let the cat out of the bag, now. It only made sense they'd be wary, considering the circumstances.

That wasn't a question Shotaro could answer. But maybe he could set some of their misgivings aside. "Like he said. It's only our version of Earth. Which is definitely different than the universe that we're in now." He glanced over at Philip as he continued. "Because this computer has never heard of Fuuto." How it could miss a city that size, he had no idea. But he didn't like it at all.

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"While the information is present, it is not sorted. To find anything in specific I must perform a search to narrow down the results." Guy might as well be a computer himself. "The exact details are unimportant. In any case-- Your timing is amusing, Shotaro, Natasha. Both of you arrived to check up on us independently but simultaneously."

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Natasha blinks at them, and spends half a second being very grateful she and Philip already had the discussion about his world having the Kamen Riders.

But still, she's never going to tell him her Russian name. Just in case.

(And maybe, later, ask for more details on how having that knowledge actually works.)

"Well you know what they say about great minds and thinking alike."

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Both Natasha and Philip get amused looks.

"I don't know Fuuto, either," he says. He knows most major cities, at least by name.

"Where's it located?"

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tanteiotaku

Shotaro was glad to move on from that subject. "Wakayama Prefecture. South of Osaka," he told him. "I even had it show me a map of the prefecture and I looked through it myself. It didn't have it marked at all." And that would not do.

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Now that that's sorted out, Philip turns his attention away from Clint and Natasha. "You said you had a request," he says to Shotaro.

Sorry, Clint and Natasha. You will quickly learn that Philip is sort of rude.

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Natasha was going to reply to Shotaro - missing cities were disconcerting, and Shotaro seemed more disturbed than he was letting on - when Philip spoke.

She's okay with rude. But she's going to arch her eyebrows at Clint questioningly anyway. He's spent more time with Philip than she has; should they retreat?

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Clint tilts his head, then glances back to the boys.

"Well, good luck with what you're looking for, then," he says.

His new roommate is Google incarnate. Except... more so.

Okay.

He moves off in the direction of his room, expecting Natasha will follow.

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tanteiotaku

Shotaro realized his request for Philip was probably not something his pride could handle other people asking about. So he didn't answer Philip right away. "Thanks," he said to Clint, giving him a nod with his fingers on his hat.

As he watched Natasha leave with him, he sighed wistfully. "Of course..."

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Philip glanced between Shotaro, and Clint and Natasha, an amused smile on his face. He knew that sigh.

"Shotaro," he said, tapping his partner's shoulder. "I'm perfectly content to return to my previous lookup. What was it you were interested in?"

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'Of course'. Well, she could have said that herself. The door swishes shut behind her, and she shakes her head briefly before taking a look around.

Clint's room is neat - which is to be expected - but there's still the small marks of his presence. Mostly, it's just because she knows him well enough.

The bedsheets, though. The purple bedsheets.

Natasha gives him an amused (and very fond) look, and lightly flops over the bed. She doesn't even have to think about leaving enough room for him; it's automatic.

"Well," she says. "This is going to be interesting."

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