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After that fiasco, I went into the study that was in my floor. It had a desk near the back wall, facing the door. Bookshelves were lined up against the walls, windows were in between each bookcase on one wall. The other wall was just bookshelves. I sat on the chair and opened the new laptop on the desk, Tony had refused to let me keep my old one, and had given me a replacement. A Stark laptop, I was still figuring out how to operate it though... I managed to open a word document and started to work.

I heard a knock on the door, I looked up to see Clint standing in the doorway with Natasha. "Hey Sean," I gave a wave and saved my document before exiting out of it, shutting down the laptop. The two approached the desk, "Whatcha working on?" Clint asked, I motioned to the book shelves, which were completely empty. "You're ordering books?" He asked, I shook my head and picked up a pen, "You're writing books?" I nodded. "Have you ever published any?" Natasha asked, I shook my head again. "You do know you can leave your floor, right?" I nodded, I hadn't left because there was no reason to. "We have a pool, a couple gyms, kitchen, etc. Nothing catches your interest?" I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "Do you want anything? We can help you fill the rest of these bookshelves." I shrugged again, books were expensive. Natasha produced a wallet, I saw Clint's name on the license when she opened it. She handed me a credit card that said, 'Anthony Stark' on it. These two were just full of petty crimes weren't they? "Knock yourself out," she told me before walking out. Clint stayed and sat in one of the two chairs in front of my desk.

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