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When he had gotten a phone call from one of his sources on the location of the mesmer, he was already half-way to Kenzi and Bo's place with a breakfast for him and Kenzi to share. He might have gotten Bo something just because he knew she would actually be there but otherwise it was just an afterthought in his mind. There were things Clint kept close in his life but lately that was his free will after what happened with Loki. He couldn't stand to lose that again and fae seemed to trample over it so easily. Bo did just because she had been hungry and he had been a convenient meal. Needless to say, Clint Barton did not appreciate. He had invited him into the house wordlessly like he was already invited in before setting Bo's breakfast on the kitchen counter before disappearing into Kenzi's room. He told her about the lead he had on the mesmer, about looking into it, but eventually their conversation just bled into laughter and joking around.
That lasted for a couple hours if he was truthful with himself. He was okay with wasting away laying in bed next to Kenzi after sharing the breakfast. Even if he was sure that Bo was probably making gagging noises behind him when he was pulling on his jacket as he walked towards the door. Chirping out 'bye, baby' as he made sure he had everything before pulling out his car keys and heading out.
If things went according to plan? Clint would have come back in a couple hours with a smirk on his face and needing someone to figure out how to deal with a dead mesmer. It actually went something along the lines of the mesmer, Roque -- really, get normal names fuckers, got the drop on him. Roque apparently had been feeding his informant the information because apparently news of one of the world's greatest assassin's present in Canada and with knowledge of all the 'fae' business was pretty much a red flag. The fact he hadn't done anything with his trained abilities since he was there was apparently a 'damn shame'. Roque made him a his chauffeur for the next couple of hours. Apparently Roque appreciated the assassin's taste in vehicles, even having pick up some other people as he continued driving them around. Roque exercised his control over Clint as he made the archer his personal bodyguard when they went club hopping. Having him fight the people Roque undoubtedly pissed off and just wanted to see the master assassin beat the crap out of them.
Clint bitched all he wanted though, mentally. Sometimes apologizing to the people he punched the hell out of. And Roque was just lucky he paid attention to his 'driver' otherwise Clint would have driven the car down a mountain.
The next stop was less than favorable to Clint. Roque did want Vex's territory. He wanted to make his presence known to the people who were hunting him down as the car came to stop, Clint moved stiffly being forced to open the door for him before one of Roque's entourage handed him his bow. The fact that the fucker was touching his pride and joy made him want to deck him as his hands clenched at his sides before he took it with a flick of the fae's hand, leading the way into Trick's bar with an annoyed look on his face. Roque was just there for a drink, after all. His bodyguard was just security as Clint was forced to hold the door open for the small group.