Clint Barton likes to keep a full (quiver) wrote in rooms,
Re: Quicklog: Bobbi and Clint - Clint's Brooklyn Apartment
Something along those lines. [It was said with a grin as he scooted over on the old, beat-up couch and patted the seat beside him.] Sit. Food's no good if it's cold. [Which was a total lie, but food took the attention off the innocuous box sitting there on the table nearby. The gift. The gift that was equal parts good and bad and he hadn't even thought about that until it was sitting in his hands. But they'd work it out, one way or another, and hopefully without any holes punched in the walls. He didn't feel like doing drywall again this year.