"I mean, sure, I guess we did," Clint said after a beat. "But it's a little more... common place these days. There's always some kind of show down in New York, honestly I probably could have taken up insurance sales and been rich as Stark at this point." Maybe. He had no real concept of how much money a billion dollars was because - well. Maybe no one should. "Which makes it sound awful. My New York is still-- you know. New York. Assuming every reality has those natives that are proud and unimpressed in equal measure."
Clint looked around the room curiously; both the beds were made but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone else sharing the room. Not many people were so lucky as to get a single these days. "Yeah. Ghost stuff, mostly. The hotel moves to different locations or sometimes something weird happens inside the hotel. One time it played Sharknado 1 through 5 on all the screens around and that was kind of a punishment."