The sound of Wanda’s shuffling about back there wasn’t all that surprising. Probably had a rough night. These days she really seemed to be getting back into the street level game. Which was on one hand great. Crime fighting started there on the street. People needed to see their heroes now more than ever. The downside of course was in regards to sex. He got less when she came in bruised up. Oh well, He supposed they all had to make sacrifices for the good of mankind. Or something like that.
At the moment he was sitting down watching the retro channel for cartoons. It was called Boomerrang and Rocko’s Modern Life was on. So Clint sat there watching and munched on a bowl of Cherrios in the meantime. After Wanda took a seat in the living room, Clint briefly looked up at her with a questioning gaze. “What happened to you?”, He said plainly in a tone that seemed far less worried than it was curious. Hopefully she’d tangled with someone at least more exciting than the last few guys he’d met. You’d think New York would have a better palate of targets. It was troubling. Barton almost missed the Crimson Cowl.