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, |
True enough, if nothing else, there was little better in a catastrophic moment than Captain America and Iron Man, and they had both of those things right here. Well, right over there. Talking amongst themselves.
At this point, Clint may as well have just called this weird nonsense a vacation instead of something that actually worried him.
He wasn't there yet, but eventually. Maybe.
"Yeah," Clint said, but tilted his head slightly to the side in consideration. "He did have a pretty cute face though. Like a puppy. But a shark."