Clint Barton is going back to bed. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} today_sucks) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
It was actually a shark with legs. Clint nodded and then shrugged like what can you do?. It sounded nuts, maybe, but he figured Peter'd probably seen some pretty crazy shit before too. This was like, the nice pet-able side of the ... iceberg.
Metaphors were hard today.
"Dunno," he admitted, craning his head a bit to see if there was food left, and also if everyone had gotten some before he went over there and hogged it all. Pun intended. "Coz you took a nap right? I totally took a nap, and I'm still here. So are you, apparently."