"I live in BedStuy," Clint said, as if that was all that useful a week too late and in the wrong dimension. Still, that was only like a twenty minute drive away, less with unconventional methods. Also a moot point currently but literally asking the Avengers for help usually worked.
Clint flopped back on the bed, glad he'd gotten his bad lying out of the way and so totally willing to take up someone else's space, pillows and all. "I don't think this is what anyone planned for. On the plus side it's...uh. There's no rent?"