Headaches & Heartbreaks // Tony

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Weird lighting, check.

Dizzy sensations and feeling like you could throw up, check.

Blacking out, check.

Waking up in a different time and place than where you started, check.

You know, time travel is a lot like being drunk.

"Is everybody here?" Steve's voice echoed through my pounding headache, and I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter.

"Tone it down a couple notches, Spangles, my head hurts."

"Everyone's here," Natasha replied, "well, everyone that was here to begin with, anyway."

I opened my eyes, using my arm to shield them from the blinding daylight.

"Is it just me, or was that time jump a lot more intense than usual?" I heard Clint ask.

I forced myself to sit up straight despite the fact that my head was reeling, putting a neutral expression onto my face to hide the nausea I was feeling.

"It was a bit... different," Janet answered hesitantly, accepting the hand Steve so gallantly offered to her to stand up.

'Not in love', huh? 'Just a pretence', huh? Then why pretend when there's no-one watching, Mr. America?

"What was that?" Clint asked loudly, his eyebrows knotting into a frown, "I think my ears are blocked or something, I can hardly hear you."

"M'lady Levin simply confirmed your declaration to be a mutual sensation," Thor clarified in his usual booming voice, which exponentially increased my headache.

"It's Lewis now, technically," Janet corrected under her breath.

Clint rubbed his ears with a confused frown, before giving up.

"Oh well, it'll probably go away soon," he half-shouted, making it unnecessarily obvious that he could barely hear himself speak.

I dropped my head back down onto the floor with another groan.

"Sometimes, I swear your collective purpose in life is to make my headaches worse."

- - - 

It didn't take us long to find out where Hamilton was-- thanks to Janet (or J, as I should really call her) we knew where his house was, so we could wait for him there. If that plan had failed, we could've resorted to plan B -- even after the war, all we really had to do was follow the chaos -- but we were lucky, and managed to catch him at his own house. He didn't seem particularly happy to see us, but he didn't want us dead, so... I mean, it's definitely not the worst welcome we've gotten.

"Oh, it's you."

I rolled my eyes, and Steve raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Were you expecting anyone else?"

"Not really," Hamilton muttered, stepping aside to let us in, "just... it's been over five years."

Right, time jump.

Clint, surprising no one, immediately started worrying about Cat. Or, rather, continued to worry about Cat. "Have you seen Chris yet?"

"And Laurens?" Nat added, a knowing sparkle in her eyes.

"No, you--you haven't heard?" Hamilton was... different. He was awkward and sad, suddenly. "Well, I guess you disappeared before we found out."

"Found out what?" Clint asked impatiently.

"They're both dead," Hamilton stated, refusing to meet our gazes.

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