Before Clint could say or do anything a translucent figure from his periphery started walking towards the picnic spread and sat down across from Luna and began reaching for the bottle.

But instead of watching this unfold Clint was suddenly there sitting on the blanket holding the bottle in his right hand. It felt real, but the moment wasn't right to his memory.

Clint looks back and sees a translucent version of himself dissipate and vanish.

"You're not Luna." Clint turns back.

"I am Luna… just not the Luna you remember." Luna smiles back at him in that mischievous grin that only Luna could do.

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"Why don't you pour me one." She holds up a crystal glass with a spherically clear ice ball.

Clint uncorks the brand new bottle with a pop and clinks the bottle to the glass topping up her cup.

Luna rattles the cup up to her lips and slowly downs the drink.

"Ah, That's the good stuff, you can barely taste the alcohol." She pleasantly says. Though her demeanor is quite different from what he remembers.

"Who are you?"

"Like I said I'm Luna" she shakes the empty cup at him denoting that she wanted more.

Clint obliges and pours another.