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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.

At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.

After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]

Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.

[Locked to Loki]

...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.

Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]

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[He should really behave. Be nice. Clint shared his coffee.

....

Nope, nope, nope.]

Oh yeah. Lots of spandex. And a pointy purple mask. One costume design doubles really well as a party dress for teenage girls.

[Said in a voice that is dead serious because he is dead serious.]

[Just have Clint staring at you. In horror.]

That's it. I'm going back to the dark side. At least freelancers can wear whatever they want.

[Too much fun.]

I don't know about that one. I've heard your "freelance" outfit was pretty yellow.

[Truth be told Hawkeye's costumes have always been a little silly. It's just that some are sillier than others.]

[Thankyou Billy, you've just broken Clint's brain.]

Yellow... but... but how do you do anything stealthy wearing yellow? It's kind of the worst possible colour and...

[He's a terrible person like that.]

You're still thinking like a spy. Superheroes are all about flashy costumes, good style, showing up at the last second to save the day. Why do you think my cape's bright red?

It hides blood well?

...

Y'see... There have to be more efficient ways of doing this.

Besides, I'm pretty sure that I'd look terrible in yellow.

[Well now he's going to want to scour every inch of his cape to check for blood, thanks, Hawkeye ~~is this revenge~~]

I think anyone looks terrible in yellow. It hasn't stopped Wolverine, or a lot of other supers.

[Totally revenge, Billy.]

I think I'll stick with black for now. It's a classic after all.

[Ruuude.]

Can't argue with that. Cape aside, it's my shade of choice.

Suitable for all occasions, goes with everything.

Never hurts to spice things up a bit sometimes, though. Add a bit of colour here and there. Otherwise how do you stand out with your teammates?

Billy, I'm the guy with the weapon from the paleolithic. And the great arms. It's not easy to conceal carry a bow.

You'd be amazed at how easy it is to lose people in battle when you don't have hawk eyes.

Well, I suppose I do have an advantage there. There is always the argument tha in a firefight, I probably don't want to be seen.

Don't you ever worry about friendly fire?

Well, generally, if I end up in the line of my own people's fire, it means something has gone terribly wrong and being visible is probably the least of my worries.

I guess I'm too used to smaller-scale battles. I haven't really been in any huge fights with my team- just the drafts here, really.

Well, I wouldn't really know what fights with this team are like...

I usually act as a sniper on missions. Find a secluded spot high up, out of the way. It's my job to remain out of sight. If I'm getting shot at by anyone, then the mission has gone to hell.

[Well, that's depressing. He'll just. Edge away from that for now.]

Give yourself some time. I'm sure you'll get used to the "team" thing eventually.

I'll figure it out. I've dealt with enough SHIELD teams before I can probably adapt.

Hey, there you go. And if you ever need some advice, you know you can count on us experienced Avengers.

[Sorry, he can't help being a bit cheeky. It's weird to imagine he and his fellow teenage heroes having more experience with being an Avenger than Hawkeye. Or heck, any of that world's Avengers, apparently.]

[He snorts softly, and grins at Billy.]

I'll bear that in mind. Should I start calling you sensei when I ask you to impart your great wisdom, oh venerable one?

I don't know- now that you've said it, I'm kind of partial to "venerable one", actually.

I'll bear that in mind. It would probably take better if you grew a beard though.

Ugh, no thank you. Shaving every day is bad enough, can you imagine actually maintaining a beard?

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