Re: Meanwhile~ Avengers Tower. DONK DONK.
Just when Clint raised his fist for the opening he needed to break Tony's snide little nose- as per usual something intervened. Clint stiffened after the electronic posh voice filled them in on the message waiting for two of them to answer. "The Priority line? Goddammt." Abruptly, Barton shoved his frantic wine stained opponent away rather violently despite the grip the man had about him. The goal in this was for Stark to perhaps lose his ever swaying balance and maybe fall and break his neck. That would have been lovely just then, though the talk after ward with Cap wouldn't be.
"Pitch it on then." Clint grumbled as he looked about his smeared costume and sniffed at the smell of old wine. Great. Another victory to ill luck. It would take forever to get that smell out. fortunately the costume in question was purple so Clint wasn't too worried about stains. Oh what did Nick Fury want now? Admittedly, it rather felt like the uncle nobody liked had just walked in on two siblings in their parents room. A thought Barton detested having.