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 ight be Clint. But in all reality it probably wouldn't be. This wasn't like a local bar with local friends, or better yet the Stark Mansion with only Avengers to make a fool of himself in front of. "You know the one over --oh. He disappeared. Well. Never mind." Best to stick to his beer, apparently.
"I dunno," he said thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling, and then at the the tables. "It was like, there were plenty of houses when we got here. And I don't feel like we're running out of space, either. But people do keep on showing up, don't they? Man, I hope we don't have to build stuff. I had trouble with an Ikea shelf once." Steve'd be good at it though. And Tony, probably. Maybe the wizards? "What brings that question on?"