A handsome old man with long hair in a shawl walked slowly into the town, he was carrying a satchel and wearing a simple clothes, but he showed a different temperament.

His shawl-length hair swayed in the wind, exuding an air of wildness and freedom. The compound bow on his back shows that he is a skilled archer, and the quiver is stuffed with arrows that shimmer sharply.

As he walked through the streets of the town, people subconsciously moved out of the way to avoid his figure. They didn't seem to be strangers to this person, and their hearts were filled with awe.

The old man walked slowly through the bustling bazaar, through the crowded streets where the hammer had fallen, and finally came to the door of an auto repair shop.

He stopped, looked around, and swept the signs and furnishings of the shop as if searching for a specific target.

Ultron came out at this time, and shouted excitedly in that unique mechanical voice: "Hawkeye! You're here, those guys haven't left for two days, and they're determined to see you. ”

"The gang? I remember you saying to me on the phone, 'There's a guy'. The old man, Hawkeye, raised his eyebrows and walked towards the auto repair shop.

"Wait... You'd better not go in now... Ashley has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and she thinks you've brought dangerous people home again. Seeing Hawkeye walking inside, Ultron's electronic eyebrows furrowed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

"That shows my daughter is smart."

As he spoke, Hawkeye saw a poster of Hawkeye from the Avengers period through the crack in his daughter's door, and a surge of excitement surged in his heart. He pushed open the door and said happily, "Wow, you still have your father's poster on the wall?" ”

However, when he completely pushed the door open, he fell silent, and the poster of himself was filled with darts, each of which stabbed hard in the face.

It seems that her daughter does not have a good opinion of herself.

Hawkeye silently walked into her daughter's room and looked around. He noticed that the decoration in the room was full of rebellious and rebellious atmosphere. Posters of rock bands are plastered on the walls, and magazines and black doodle books are scattered on the desk.

The dark-haired girl sitting on the bed was dressed in a black tank top and short jeans, her eyes were cold and sharp, staring at Eagle Eye. Her lips moved slightly, "You're here to take those guys you brought in?" ”

Clint Patton opened his mouth, and he suddenly felt that it was harder to say something now than to fight Thanos, and after a long time, he spat out one word: "Yes." ”

Then he turned and closed the door, smiling reluctantly at Ultron VIII with a 'I knew it was going to be like this' and walked straight across the street to the hotel.

Growing up, the frequency of his meetings with his daughter was basically calculated on a yearly basis, and he was not surprised by this result.

Hawkeye pushed open the door of the hotel and stepped into the dimly lit lobby. He walked to the front desk, and in the face of the listless front desk aunt, he asked, "I heard that someone has been looking for me for the past two days?" ”

The aunt at the front desk replied lazily while flipping through the newspaper in her hand: "In the third room on the second floor, you should still owe me money, otherwise I will ask your ex-wife directly for it later." ”

"Oh my God, you remember what happened two years ago so clearly."

Clint rolled his eyes, he pulled a few crumpled bills out of his pocket and threw them unceremoniously on the table, walking in the direction of the second floor.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, he had a bright short knife in his hand.

Ultron said that those people may not have malicious intent, but it is only possible, and no one in this world is completely credible.

And Wolverine would want revenge forty years ago?

What are you kidding, Logan has long since become a submissive old farmer, and the Hulk Gang has to beat him to the skin in front of his family almost every time he collects rent, and I don't see him resist at all.

Walking up to the second floor, Hawkeye quickly found the target room and knocked on the door. The door slowly opened, revealing a faint light. He saw a figure standing in the doorway, black hair shining in the dim light.

"You're looking for me?" Hawkeye asked, staring sharply at the person in front of him.

The man hesitated slightly, then nodded and replied, "Yes, I have been looking for you for a long time, and I have an important matter to discuss with you. ”

Eyebrows raised slightly, and the old archer motioned for the other party to continue. He entered the room, the door slamming softly behind his back, shielding them from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

As soon as the door closed, Hawkeye immediately raised his hand to put the knife on the opponent's neck, but he never thought that the opponent's speed and strength were faster than him.

The moment he raised his hand, the other party quickly grabbed his wrist, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the knife slipped uncontrollably from his hand to the ground.

"You... Who are you... Who? The Red Skull sent you? The old man hissed, and his reaction speed was definitely not something that a thug in the wasteland could do.

Just as Hawkeye shouted in his heart, "I'm going to take a break", and was about to take a look at the marquee, the person opposite suddenly let go of him. He was a little surprised, but he didn't let his guard down, and he remained on guard.

The man turned sideways, a smile twinkling in his eyes. "I think you'll recognize these old friends."

Clint turned his head in bewilderment, and then, he saw their faces, and in an instant, the floodgates of memory were opened.

"It's... How is this possible... I saw you die in front of me with my own eyes..."Hawkeye trembled in his voice, his eyes welling up with tears in disbelief at what he saw.

Hawkeye involuntarily knelt down, his eyes full of pain and sadness as he stared at Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch in front of him. Years ago, he witnessed Wanda being impaled in the chest with a steel bar by Magneto, which still leaves a deep scar in his heart.

Tears slipped silently, his body trembled slightly, and he asked with sobs, "You... Are you really not my hallucination? ”

Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch glanced at each other, seeing sympathy in each other's eyes. They understand Hawkeye's pain and inner struggles, and they had experienced the pain of loss and separation just a few days ago. Slowly, Scarlet Witch approached Hawkeye and gently extended her arm to caress the old man's shoulder.

"No, Clint, we're not your hallucination." Wanda replied gently, "But we're not the people you remember. ”

The old man with a handful of snot and a handful of tears wiped his tears and looked at her blankly.

"Let him tell you." Wanda withdrew her hand and turned her gaze to the side of the white night.

Bai Ye stepped forward and kicked away the knife on the ground, and the old guy had just almost knelt on the knife.

Then, he smiled brightly at Hawkeye:

"Do you want to do big things? Clint Patton? ”