Peter Bono | Clint
Well someone had had a good night.
Clint wasn't sure about Peter, but he sure as hell had.
Mind, this wasn't the best next-day situation for him, but -- well. That was life, and Clint wasn't even all that surprised by it. One day was all about Elvis proclaiming your hunka hunka burning love to be combined in matrimony or whatever and the next was alien invasions.
Clint only went without a bow until he maybe sort of raided one of those places that boasted gun and crossbow target practice. Either way, he was armed now, so that was cool.
"Pete!" He called out, cheerful despite the not-drill and explosions. "Lookit you!"