[He canted his head.] Nah. [A pause.] Can't trust the stairs.
[The stairs looked safe. Had looked safe. Now they were full of holes and sagging in the center. The gaps were dark, open to the floor beneath. What lay down there? One had to wonder if the floor was as solid as it appeared either.] You still haven't said what this little get-together's all about. [The voice was right and so were the mannerisms, and there was no sign of the bright blue eyes that were the hallmark of the Tesseract's power. Uncanny mimicry or an echo of something stolen when the staff touched Clint Barton - eerie, either way.]