Once Clint got the location, he took off, wincing slightly as his body started to rebel against that whole 'hey, jackass, maybe next time you jump off a building don't?' thing. At the time it seemed like a reasoned course of action, but right now he just wanted to die. Every part of him hurt, and now they weren't even home.
Except they were.
New York seemed unaware of anything, carrying on like normal. Papers did talk about some alien invasion, but from the headlines it looked like it had been a month ago. And the city was nowhere near as destroyed as they'd left it.
Figures only Tony and Director Fury would be here. At the moment though, it suited him fine.
Picking up his pace, Clint scanned the area for Natasha.