And you say I'll heal you

[rowenamox]

(Tag Hawkeye. Day after the invasion)

The message appeared on Clint Barton’s pillow with no fanfare, accompanied by the faint scent of old wood burning, on personalized stationary.

Dear Mr. Barton,

Could you spare some of your time? I suspect that we need to talk. I will be at my home, if you can.

Mrs. Rowena K. M. Mox-Xanathos

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Clint woke up to the smell of old wood burning, which of course led to him jumping out of his bed pretty fast. He looked around and realized that there was a note lying on his pillow. He put on a grin when he saw who it was from. He read it as he changed into some civilian clothes, he wondered what it could be about as he started up his glider and left for Rowena's home in mutant town.

He landed his glider on a roof nearby the building and jumped down to the street, relaxing in a crowd of people, he entered in the building and waited.

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The shop was, unsurprisingly, empty. Mostly because of the sign on the front door that announced that Rowena had died, and services would be temporarily closed, but people were free to come by and deliver their condolences.

Cleo was arranging flowers. There were a lot of flowers taking up space in the shop. And some very interesting messages. The one taking center stage in the display Cleo was playing with said Rot In Hell and came with black roses. "Just put it over there," Cleo said, waving to an empty table and not even bothering to look up.

[violet_arrows]

Clint saw the flowers and was still a little confused. He moved over towards cleo to help her with some flowers.

"No, um its Cleo right? We met a little while back, Clint Barton. Just received this as my wake up call and headed over as fast as I could."

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"Oh. The dead super-dude." Cleo flashed him a sharp, white smile and turned her head towards the kitchen entry. "HEY GRANDMA! YOU GOT A GUEST! AND IT'S A BOOOOY!"

The kitchen door opened a crack. "I think I'm finally starting to understand why Eliza doesn't like you," Rowena growled. "I mean it. Do you have to be so damn cheerful at this absolutely ungodly hour?"

"Yes," Cleo said, going back to playing with the flowers.

Rowena poked her head the rest of the way out of the kitchen, a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth. "You'd better get back here before she decides she wants to keep you."

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He smirked and looked to the door. He thought about it for a minute.

"You want me to go handle whoever that is? Or you want them to continue knocking?"

[rowenamox]

OOC: Sorry, I've been having a brain dead month.

"Feel free to chase them off," Rowena said. "It seems my very presence is no longer impressive enough to do so." She scowled. "In my day, people knew better than to bother the neighborhood witch. If I thought I could turn someone into a toad..." She trailed off with an annoyed mutter.

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Clint walked toward the door as he smirked at Rowena.

"We both know me, people love me...or well they love to be annoyed by me. You know, I'm not entirely sure on that one. I'll have to tell you about my relationship with Nick Fury one of these days. Insult his eye patch and he gets pretty ticked off."

He opened the door a crack and looked outside, looking blankly at the person outside.

"Sorry, currently closed."

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The young man pulled his good hand back, the withered one resting against his chest. He swallowed hard and stuck a foot right in the door to keep Clint from closing it, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Please, I REALLY need to speak with Mrs. Xanathos right now! It’s a matter of life and death!”

Rowena peered around Clint, blinking up at the young man. “What is it?”

The young man bit down on his lower lip. “I need to speak to her.”

[ya_rpg_npc]

"YesGrandmother." Cyrus replied, turning and heading for the door. He stumbled as if he'd been about to drop down onto his hands then changed his mind. There was a brief impression of fur and maybe claws.

He closed the door quietly behind him and leaned against it until his knees solidified enough to hold him.

Sinesis.

[violet_arrows]

Clint pulled out his Avengers ID card and talked in to the line

[rowenamox]

((OOC: No troubles with you using the other Avengers in your posts.))

Rowena was looking up at the ceiling, frowning slightly. "I think we've developed another problem. It shouldn't be taking Cyrus this long," she said, drumming her fingers on the table top. "Are you a betting man, Clint? Because I'd be willing to bet that someone I don't want knowing about this now knows about this."

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He grinned at Rowena while thinking how much the odds were against him on this one.

"Well I did die twice in one year, so I've been cutting back on my betting. But hey, how much you want to bet by the end of this you throw him out another window?"