The uniform area had been stocked rather nicely with a good array of uniforms for Navy and Marines. And while he was interested in the rifles and new toys Stark had made (he was going to snag some new guns for Natasha too), he had been more interested in the uniform search. And he had finally found the right size, insignias, and ribbons he'd need to make it look good. The hat and shoes were easy though it did take some effort to get the shoe polish so the shoes would gleam. Like the saying went, once a Marine, always a Marine.
With the uniform acquired, Clint had decided to look into getting some new boots and any camouflaged clothing he could get. He'd take what he wanted, let Steve have first dibs after, then give the rest to the prison.
Hearing a familiar voice shouting for him, Clint carefully put the dress uniform and then the rest of the clothes he had gotten into a bag and moved out to Tony, a frown on his face. "What's up Stark?" he asked, not having bothered to really check outside since they had gotten to the base. But with Tony shouting like that... He moved down to where a window was and stared. "Fuck me..." he breathed.