"Hey, Liam! The bathroom is all yours." Kate called out, as she walked to the living room in her Aunt's pajamas.
Hearing her voice, I woke up and grabbed the clothes, my deodorant that I bought at the store and the towel that Kate brought me and made my way to the bathroom.
Getting there, I started getting undressed before I stopped dead in my tracks.
Why?
Well, I ended up looking at the mirror. 'It' truly hit me after I took a look at myself. It was actually me. This person who wasn't me, had everything that was mine. That is mine. And yet, we were two completely different human beings from different universes. And yet, we're identical.
Looking at myself, I started admiring my body. It was truly honed to perfection. I was standing at 6'5, pretty tall, I had a swimmers/powerlifter build, almost like Sung Jinwoo, for any SL readers out there. I had broad shoulders, chiseled abs, very nicely defined facial features, and was overall pretty handsome.
And like I previously said, every muscle fiber in my body condensed, essentially making room for it to keep growing . So every muscle on my body oozed with strength.
Sighing internally this time, I came back to reality and began showering.
…
-3rd Person Pov-
After getting out the shower, Liam went to the kitchen.
As he was walking, however, he stopped dead in his tracks once again… after a few seconds of silence, Liam bursted out laughing as he had caught Kate with a frozen pizza on her forehead.
"What? What's so funny?" Kate said with a slight smile.
"What are you doing with that pizza, hahaha, you look so funny holding it to your head like that." Liam said as he clenched his stomach which was now hurting from laughing so much.
"Okay Mister, I got bonked on the head, plus I'm multitasking, this is Pizza Dog's food." Kate said.
" Yea, yea. Multitasking at it's best. Oh god, thank you for that." He said, finally calming down.
"Hurry up and clean any wounds you have, all the stuff is on the dinner table." She said, pointing to all the medical stuff.
"Sure, sure, and speaking of wounds, come here, you put the strip on wrong." Liam said, motioning towards the chair.
"What are you talking about. I put it on right." She retorted, as she got up from the couch and sat down on the chair.
"Ok, Doctor Cheese. Okay, this may or may not hurt, so get ready, I'm going to rip it off. On three. One, two, th-"
"Ow! You lied to me." She said angrily, staring right at Liam, with a slight pout.
"I'm sorry, but surprises are often unexpected. Anyways, I'm going to clean the wound, okay?" Liam said, as he dipped a q-tip in some rubbing alcohol.
Lifting it to Kate's injury, he slowly started cleaning it, getting pained groans and stares from Kate when he moved erratically, on accident.
Seeing how attentive he was, however, helped Kate soothe her anger at Liam, and she even found herself sensing deep care for her from Liam when he was putting the strip on. Making sure not to put it on too roughly.
"When you're placing this, you want to remember to place it perpendicularly to the wound. Mainly because you want it to help cinch the wound. In the end closing it. All good?" He asked her, after carefully placing the strip on her.
"Yep, thanks." Kate replied, snapping out of her thoughts.
"No worries, plus if Clint can't help us immediately, then I think we'll be doing this a lot more in the future. Speaking of, what were you doing at the Auction?" I asked her.
"My mom asked me to come. You?" She replied, after answering Liam's question.
"A friend mentioned the underground auction, I thought it'd be a nice way of spending time. And I mean, it didn't turn out all that bad." Liam said, smiling at her.
"Yeah, I could say the same. Except for the fact that I think my mom's fiancé killed his own uncle." She said.
"Woah…"
As the two kept on talking Barton was just now getting on the Subway.
***
After getting to Kate's apartment, Clint managed to disguise himself as a firefighter and got inside.
…
"Where is it?" He said to himself as he couldn't find the suit.
"Creak!" Opening the firetruck's door, he placed the firefighter suit back inside and grabbed his backpack.
Shutting the door, he saw a sticker on the side window, that said, "NYC LARPERS", seeing it, Barton concluded that someone must have taken it, and the person more than likely belonged to this group. So, keeping the name in mind, he discreetly exited the crime scene and made his way back.
***
-1st Person Pov-
After talking to Kate and how she found Armand's body, she made her way to the couch and started calling her mom. Me on the other hand, I started writing what I new about this world in my notes app on my phone.
After researching some people, like Hulk, Black Widow, Captain America, Iron Man, and all sorts of events, locations, and other such things. I knew I was in the MCU, fortunately me being here, like right now, means I'm kinda safe from any actual danger.
Thanos is no more, and while Kang is dangerous, I believe he shouldn't be around just yet. The good guys are down 3 people I believe, Black Widow, Captain America, and Iron Man. All of them going down in Endgame. Also Scarlet Witch, or Wanda is a crazy evil person, or she's going to be one soon, either way she's super dangerous.
Getting artifacts, serums, or some sort of thing that could make me stronger is a must, or at least be with people that could protect me. Sounds pretty lame but you gotta fake it till you make it.
"Creak!" As I was deep in thought, the door had opened and Clint had come back empty handed it seemed.
Ending the call with her Mom, Kate talked with Clint and asked how her apartment was and if he was able to find the suit.
He replied saying that her apartment was, "Crispy".
And that he couldn't find it, but he had a lead on it.
After a bit more chatting, Kate said goodnight to both of us and made her way to the bedroom. We talked it out and I said I would take the couch.
"Goodnight Clint. And remember, we are in this as much as you are. We both know the risks that come with getting involved, me personally, i understand that we messed up, and now, you have to be here, spending time with strangers instead of your family. So please, don't forget, we'll have your back if you have ours. See you tomorrow." I said, before passing out on the couch.
***
-3rd Person Pov-
After mulling over what Liam said, Barton, searched up NYC LARPERS, and to his dismay, he found his suit being worn by a person named Grills.
'Damn.' He thought to himself looking at the video being played in front of him.
"Bing!"
As he was in thought, his daughter had sent him a message asking where he was, to which he responded that they should pack their stuff and should get ready to leave.
***
-1st Person Pov-
After sleeping for about 5 hours, I woke up and because of old Liam, I had a gym membership that allowed its goers 24/7 access. So, I called a cab and made my way there.
…
"Click!"
Scanning the card, I stepped inside and immediately went to the lifting area. I was going to go with deadlifting. The world record back in my world was above 1,000lbs or more than 500kg. So saying that I was able to deadlift that and more, relatively easily, is a big deal. Of course I had a home gym, mainly because, my exercises were crazy and sometimes required me to use specialized bars and weights.
Anyways, enough rambling. I finished setting up the barbell, I'm first going to attempt 500lbs. So here goes… NOTHING!!!!
*-Time skip/ 4 hours/ inside Kate's apartment/3rd pov-*
After getting a good workout in and getting insight on his limits, Liam made his way back, finding Barton on the door to get inside.
"Hey kid." He said, seeing Liam with bags of groceries.
"Hey. Early day?" Liam asked.
"You know what they say, 'Early bird catches the worm.'." Barton said, ringing the door again, this time leading to an open door.
"Finally!" Barton exclaimed.
With a grin on his face, Liam followed behind as Barton made his way to the apartment.
"Armand Duquesne was found dead…" as we were entering, the tv screen was playing news of of Jack's uncle's death. After which they said that a person named Ronin may have been responsible.
"No… I made sure not to leave any traces of me being there. How…"
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