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And they eat like...200 tons of mosquitoes!!

[A moment to triangulate, and THERE you are. Probably. He leans against the wall for a reference point and just smirks.]

Good to know, I'll be sure to thank them next time one of 'em flies at me.

They also pollinate!

...bats? Think you might be a little confused there.

No, it's true! I saw it on TV once! They get pollen AND SEEDS TOO on their fur and scatter it around! Like Bees!

[Natasha had been reading when he tripped over the ottoman and she shot him a side-glance, poised, yet not making a move to help (least it took a turn for the dangerous). She relaxed once he regained his composure and murmured:] And for half a second, I thought you meant Batman.

And we can't forget the seeds.

[Well your excitement is entertaining, at least.]

The things you learn from television. You're like a walking encyclopedia.

[Yeah, don't worry about him, he's just going to be over here. Falling.

...okay, not quite that bad, he catches himself, or at least manages to twist around as he falls to land in something that looks almost intentional.]

Sorry to disappoint. [Cue eyeroll.] You could've called it, by the way, you didn't need to let me look like an idiot.

I know right?! Who'd have thought!?

[Oh it is.]

It's why I like TV. Even if... documentaries on Bats aren't nearly as interesting as MTV.

That's a useful ability.

Well they definitely don't sound as interesting; I actually used to watch Wild Kingdom on mute.

[You know. When he could actually see.]

[Clint turns his head to focus on where the voice came from, and he doesn't quite line up but he's close. Back to the wall, and now he's got something to orient from. He smirks.]

It would be, yeah.

Unfortunately, I'm not Matt Murdock.

[No weird chemical abilities here, he's 100% baseline human.]

[Oh. Well, then.]

Slightly more to your left.

[Her grandfather was going blind. She recognizes that a little bit.]

They make canes that can handle that. And GPS and Bluetooth.

[He's better with hand-eye co-ordination, and co-ordination in general, ears and aim are really more important than making sure he's actually facing the right way at this point. But he makes the adjustment agreeably enough.]

Thanks.

Yeah, I've got a friend who's usually around, and an earwig that handles most of it when she can't be.

[She can probably see it if she looks; it's like a hearing aid but Fancier courtesy of Stark.]

Apparently next gen will even get me shadows, but we'll see.

[She saw it. She takes in the finer details of people. Just in case.]

Shadows?

Yeah, like shapes. Something about neural stimulation or...something. Don't ask me how that works; the guy may be a genius, but he's terrible at explanations non-geeks can actually understand.

And honestly? Pretty sure I'm done being a guinea pig.

Anyway. Um. Think we've met before, but I'm terrible with names, and obviously faces, sorry.

[She's glad he can't see her face right now. The look of annoyance when he mentions being someone's guinea pig. Oh, lord.]

Charlie. We met a while ago.

Charlie. Right. I knew that. [All the apologetic faces.]

Nice to meet you again. Hope your life's been less exciting between last time and now.

It's been quiet. At most, all I've had to worry about is rude bar patrons.

[She sounds pleased that he remembered. Take that to mean she's forgiven him for not remembering. Actually, she doesn't mind not being remembered.]

In Mute? ....

[Thinking.

...THINKING.]

But why?

[Does not compute?]

Because it seemed more exciting when there wasn't that guy droning over it? I could narrate it myself.

Like people watching.

[Ugh he misses people watching. That was the best.]

But... then you wouldn't hear things like Bats carrying seeds and eating tons and tons of bugs and how rainbows are made!

[Hey, he's got a crazy life but that's no excuse not to remember people. Just...names are a pain.]

Quiet's good. I'd take quiet some days.

[Be honest, Clint, you wouldn't know what to do with quiet or boring if you actually got it except try to find ways to get into trouble.]

And hey, the good thing about guys in bars is I'm sure they won't remember you next time they come in no matter how much of an ass you were to 'em.

...how...what?

[Okay, you lost him there, Pinkie.]

The TV!

[She might not have realized you're blind yet Clint and is staring at You like you might be a bit crazy. Or dumb. But she'd never say something like that... in front of you.]

You know. If you mute it and star going 'rawr Imma lion and I'm gonna eat you mr.Gazelle... rawrchomp...' You don't hear about what the sunset or how fast the gazelle runs!