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Clint landed the Quinjet outside of Seattle in an isolated area. He pushed his Harley out of the back of the Quinjet , through the woods and onto the highway. Climbing onto the back of his bike he sped toward the city. He wasn't looking forward to the checkpoints in front of them, He hoped Seattle had loosened-up their procedures since the last time he'd been there, but the line he was approaching wasn't promising. .
As he got toward the front of the line, Clint took out his SHIELD ID so it would expedite his time through the checkpoint. When the guards saw his ID, they apologized for his wait and called ahead so he could pass through without wait. It paid to be an employee of an alphabet agency when you were searching for a missing person in a rigid, post-apocalyptic society.
When Clint got through the final checkpoint his last stop before Jam Pony was to use his ID to skip the gas line. He felt guilty about taking gas from hard working people, but only a little. If he hadn't filled his tank he'd be on vapors and not able to look for Phil.
Once Clint filled his tank he drove to Jam Pony, straight into the business and parked right inside the open doorway. Climbing off his bike he walked-up to the front desk and slammed down his ID.
"Aren't you a little old to be looking for a bike messenger position?" Normal asked.
"I have a job," Clint said pointing at his ID, "that's why I'm here. I need to speak to your employees."
"What did the miscreants do now?" Normal asked.
"Nothing as far as I know," Clint said. "I'm looking for a missing person. I'm hoping maybe one of your curriers has seen him."
"The ones that aren't on a run are probably hanging around the tube," Normal said.
Thank you," Clint said, walking further into Jam Pony, his superior vision catching the barcodes on the backs of several of the messengers. "I'm not here for you," Clint said, showing his ID to the fugitives. I'm just looking for a missing person. I was hoping that one of you may have seen him."
"I think he was bartending the other night," Alec said, looking at the picture Clint was passing around.
"He was," Original l Cindy said, looking over Alec's shoulder. "He was chatting-up a gorgeous woman."
"He was so distracted that it took him awhile to refill our pitcher," Max said.
"Do you remember the name of the bar?" Clint asked.
"Crash," all three of the messengers said simultaneously."
"Thank you, Clint said, handing out his business cards. "Call if you need help. SHIELD is more open minded about the unusual."
Ignoring Normal, Clint climbed back onto his bike and rode out of Jam Pony. His next steps were to locate Crash, find Phil and take him home to the rest of the family. Seeing a flyer for Crash, Clint saw the address and left straight for there.
Clint bounded down the stairs of Crash, sat on a barstool and signed to his husband in ASL, why did you abandon your family? I miss you, Laura misses you and so do your kids.
Phil signed back, I've only followed orders.
"So you weren't really missing?" Clint asked out loud.
Just collecting intel, Phil replied again in ASL.
"Come home with me," Clint said.
"Tell me about your latest stray," Phil said.
"Not only is she an archer," Clint said, "she comes with a pizza-eating dog."