Clint was still dealing with his cast. He'd been counting down the days until it would come off but at least he could get out and about now. Most of his other injuries were healed by this point and it wasn't like the cast was on his leg. He needed to get out too, things were WAY too cramped around here. A breath of fresh air after hanging around the medical facilities would do him some good.

And that's really how he'd found himself roaming the bazaar. Not really window shopping but just enjoying the change of scenery. He passed by one booth that seemed to be selling mirrors and charms. At first he didn't think anything of the body double (because, hey, mirrors) but then he realized that the reflection was wrong because it didn't have a cast and his "mirror image" was facing the wrong way.

Clint turned to look and, sure enough, there was some with his face checking out items in a nearby booth. Now, normally this would be cause for panic. However, Clint had already had enough experience in this dream world with body doubles (Steve had one, so did Tony). It was probably only a matter of time...and sure enough.

Now the real question became should he say something and freak the other guy out or just follow him for a bit.