When was this going to end?! The Big Brains better be getting close to figuring this out because Clint was about ready to throw in the towel. He was getting quite sick of this, despite the vitality his re-found youth brought him. It was all this ping-ponging around that was making him sick. This challenge seemed pretty clear-cut though, that was good. And he looked around at his companions--not bad, not bad!
"Hey, Danvers. Hey, Bobbi, look: its Coma Carol," Clint start but was cut off by the short-haired blond.
"Eat a dick, Barton," she said by way of greeting coupled with a flip of the bird.
Clint wagged his tongue at her and grinned. "Little sand in your vagina?" He asked in reply and gave her a fist bump, which was returned in kind. This might actually be kind of fun...
"I call dibs on the crossbow," teenage Clint started but then thought better of wasting his breath and just ran over to the wagon of stuff! Things! Toys! Wee! Normal Clint was competitive and as a teenager, holy hell! And, okay, maybe he was still on a koala cookie sugar high. But right now slaying vampires sounded really, really awesome to him. Especially since Bobbi was there. And, of course, Kate, who he didn't mind, all in all.
"Hey, guys, there's silver bullets in here! Rad!" Clint called out.
Carol just stood there and shook her head, looking with annoyance as Clint scrambled over to the wagon full of gear. "You put up with that a lot," she asked Bobbi.