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She gives an amused hum of acknowledgement and agreement as she flicks a sideways glance at him as they continue in deeper where the teleporters are located.

"Well, we certainly have plenty of those interesting enough to be entertaining around here."

"Ah man, it actually takes the fun out of the game if the real stories are weirder than anything we can come up with," Clint replies with a heavy sigh.

"You'll just have to start upping your game, Barton," she teased back, coming to a halt as they came to an open chamber. "Well. This looks about right."

"I can't even use 'survived an alien invasion' anymore. This Avengers stuff just ruins all the best crazy stories." He grinned though, glancing around and nodding. "Looks like."

"Sure you can. You're good at embellishing," she shot back as she approached the teleporters. Lucky was already sniffing around the base of it curiously. She glanced back at Clint and held a hand out to him in invitation.

"Ready?"

"Did I just get called a good liar? Aww, I'm flattered," Clint replied, nudging her and then heading over to his dog to clip on his leash.

He grinned and took her hand when it was offered. "Yeah. I'm ready."

"You should be," she retorted teasingly, taking his hand and giving a tug before stepping into the teleporter. "Well. Here goes nothing."

However it worked - which she cared not to think too much about, exactly - the machine did the trick. one moment they were in the darkened tunnels below the plaza and the next they were standing on the beach, no town in sight. She blinked, shading her face with her hand until her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

"Okay, that is weird," Clint muttered when they arrived on the other side of the teleporter. It left him a little dizzy feeling, so used to being able to rely on his sense of direction. He blinked a few times until everything came into focus. "Well, it worked. I think."

"Well, it certainly looks like an ocean," she countered, flashing him a rueful smile as she rested a hand on his arm, her gaze searching his face quickly. "Alright?"

"It could just be a very big lake," he replied, smiling back. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just dizzy. Still feels like I should be seeing something else."

"At the moment? I don't really care." She snickers and backs up a step, holding out her hand to him again. "Either way, we're here. Might as well enjoy it."

"Just saying. I like to be precise when checking out the lay of the land." He grinned and took her hand, letting her tug him into the sunlight.

"It's a little harder without eyes in the sky and a complete knowledge of the globe." She pauses, tilting her head. "Or the knowledge of if we're even on a globe. Maybe those tales about the giant turtles are more likely here."

"Who knows, maybe it's all some elaborate simulation," he suggested. "Although I kind of like the turtle idea more. Maybe with a few elephants thrown in for good measure."

"Elephants, Barton? Why is it always elephants?" She laughs, turning towards the ocean with a smile.

"Think the water's still cold?"

"Oh come on! Discworld?" He shakes his head, giving a long suffering sigh.

"I dunno. It is May but the climate here is crazy so... for all I know they've got a heated ocean."

"Am I supposed to know what that is?" She gives him a dry look at his exasperation, lips curving upwards.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Her smile turns into a grin, a hint of playful challenge in her gaze. "Coming in?"

"I thought you were the superspy who should know everything needed to blend in," Clint replies, giving her an amused look.

"Oh well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?"

"My cover's never required a knowledge of Discworld. Should it have?" She arches an eyebrow, sharing his amusement, because his definition of 'required knowledge' was always vastly different from hers.

"You can't. Race you?" She smirks and takes off for the water line, just because she can.

"Absolutely essential reading." And hey, that isn't fair! But he runs to catch up with her, racing for the water.

Lucky outpaces them both, splashing into a wave before either of them reach it and Natasha laughs as she dodges at the last moment, seeing if Clint will race past her.

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