Natasha and Clint
"Seriously?" It honestly felt like it was just a matter of time. Hooking two arrows at heads with one shot, Clint unconsciously mirrored Natasha's movements, circling back towards her to cover the other direction.
"I mean, I'm sure you'd rock at it but, Jesus, can we finish with the aliens before we think about dragons?" Iron Fist had a dragon, right? Or something like it. Clint thought that was right. Pity Strange wasn't around to hook Nat up with her ridiculous ambitions.