Clint felt bad about being stuck in his own head lately. It wasn't really something he could get out of though. His thoughts lingered to why they were there. What had brought them there and how the hell could they get back home. It seemed like they weren't going to and he watched how everyone got on went about their lives like it was just another normal part of their lives.
He should have been doing the same thing. That was what Nat kept telling him. Of course she was satisfied with fucking James Barnes back in her life and anything outside of this little world would ruin that. But those thoughts were for another time and Clint had plans to meet up at Darcy's house for dinner.
He had wanted to head over after making a quick stop at Steve's but things had made a turn for the worse. Fucking Steve Rodgers. He could still hear his laughing echoing in his ears as he caught Darcy's gaze when she opened the door.
Holding up his leather clad arms he made a face. "It's all Steve's fault." He grumbled. His face didn't hold any hint of amusement. Two fucking hours of being stuck to the hallway wall was not how he wanted to spend his saturday night.