Natasha and Clint
"No, no this part was missed out. No one mentioned Storm Troopers, no one mentioned weird fog things, no one mentioned aliens. I think there's a lot missed out!" High ground was very hard to find in the middle of this chaos, and Clint was maybe nine arrows away from just stabbing things with them instead. He'd need to actually think to put his sword or bostaff in his locker sometime.
"I have no idea what that is." Stupid dreams being later or just not the same. "But I really hope it's not the same." No more aliens was what Clint meant.