A/N: For that one reviewer, You know who you are ;)

2017

Clint was chilling, just surfing on the net on his phone when he gasped. Tony looked up from the TV he was currently fixing.

''What is it now, birdie?'' Tony asked, more because he knew Clint would be a pain in the ass if he didn't ask him and give him attention. Clint looked at him with wide eyes.

''Did you know Siberia's not a real country?'' Tony looked at Clint, channeling all of his strength

''Yeah, Clint. And you didn't?'' Tony asked slowly, as if speaking to a child.

''It's just… it's not really knowledge I've ever felt I needed in my life. I think my brain filtered it out after that one geography test in third grade… but I just remembered that some fucking random guy mentioned it,''Clint groaned and hit his forehead. ''I never thought I'd ever be using that information in my life.''

''Yeah,'' Tony chuckled. ''It's like me avoiding to say Finland,'' Tony said the country with as much distaste as possible, ''because I cannot accept that country. I spent a year in Sweden as a teenager and their distaste for Finland really rubbed off on me. I can't explain it. I've found myself trying my hardest to not even mention the country.''

They both went back to what they were doing before Clint's realization. The calm lasted for about three minutes.

''Are you fucking serious? I've totally been mixing up Siberia and Serbia this whole fucking time. I'm so disappointed in myself.''

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2014,

Alarms were blazing, scientists were running around trying to stuff as many research papers and hard drives into as many cases as possible. Neptune stood by, watching silently. Nobody had given him any orders, any permission to move. So he stood by and watched the chaos.

''Everybody has to get out of here! Now!'' He heard a scientist yell as they were running by the room he was in. Neptune decided, seeing as everybody was too busy and panicky to issue him any official orders, to follow that 'order'. Neptune had been programmed since day one to always follow any order he was given, no matter what it was. There would be dire consequences if he failed to follow through on an order he had clearly heard. He had to get out. He walked over to the duffel bag that he had placed on the counter only a few hours before after his latest mission and walked out. Nobody noticed until it was too late. Neptune didn't know where he was going, he just knew somehow he had to go out. They would find him.

He had to get out.

He wandered aimlessly for hours in the woods, clearly going around in circles, waiting for any agent to come and bring him home.

Nobody came.

Neptune decided to just sit and wait in one spot. He was only wearing a set of black scrubs, having been to the infirmary because of his wound from the mission, and it was starting to get cold.

So, Neptune decided to just sit and wait in one spot. He rested himself against a tree trunk and laid his pack beside him. He pulled his legs closer to his body in an attempt at preserving his body heat. He waited.

In that one spot.

Someone did find him. But it wasn't an agent, or a scientist. It wasn't anyone from the Organization, it wasn't anyone who knew who he was and could bring him back.

The person had managed to sneak up on him, and had managed to get their hands on his person without Neptune noticing. He woke up, startled and ready for a fight. The person jumped out of his reach with a gasp.

''Hey, hey, hey! Look, I'm sorry if I startled you, man!'' The person, was a young woman in her mid twenties, with a lean athletic body. Clearly she had spent a lot of time in the woods, and knew her own way around these parts. A hunting rifle was hanging from one of her shoulders by a strap, and a rope with small game tied together on a rope on the other. ''I have been trying to get your attention for like ten minutes already, man,'' the woman laughed slightly with wide shocked eyes. ''Honestly, in this weather and in those clothes,'' she gave his clothes a pointed look. ''I thought you were dead, or at least dying!''

''...''

''So, not a talker huh?'' The woman stood up to her full height, an impressive amount of centimeters, and hoisted the rifle back up on her shoulder as it began to slip. ''Come on, tough guy. Let's get you inside and ward you up. My cabin's not too far from here. In your state, I doubt you'll be able to do much harm against me anyway. You're all blue and shit.'' She began to walk away from him, and Neptune just sat there, dumbfounded and still.

Without turning around the woman knew he hadn't moved an inch.

''If you'd rather stay out here and freeze to death, you do you. It's not like I can order you, but I'd advise you to follow me,'' the wind carried her voice to him. After a split second where he weighed his options, Neptune finally found himself jumping up and grabbing his bag before running after the woman. He caught up to her quickly, feeling the snow crunch under his slippers and the cold penetrating deeper.

''Good choice.'' The woman smirked as they walked. ''My name is Lionel, by the way. Lionel McAvoy, nice to meet you,'' the woman, Lionel, introduced herself and offered her right hand.

Had Neptune not seen the scientists and other people coming to the lab doing this thing, he'd have been clueless. Shaking hands was not something he was programmed to understand. He was programmed to follow orders, usually of the assassinating kind. Nonetheless, Neptune slowly offered his own blue, cold hand. The unfamiliar feeling of another person touching him and it not being because he had a wound or to hold him down, was strange. He tested his voice.

''Ne-neptune.'' It was scratchy, and quiet, after years of not using it properly aside from screaming and the few Yes sir's. He barely recognized his own voice.

''Hmmm, Neptune? Like the roman god?'' Lionel dropped his hand and spent a while watching him as they walked. ''It suits you. Neptune.''

A/N2; Im really sorry for a really late update. I had this in my drafts for ages, but i've been so busy with school, my depression (yikes) and work I've had literally no time.