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Clinton Barton was so insulted by the audacity of Monet's unwarranted attack on his intellect and the sheer passive-aggressive noping from Alter-Reed he sullenly left without another word, making for the cafeteria instead for some coffee to deaden his soul further with its bitter, diuretic effects. All of a sudden, he, as did the others, found themselves under attack, and it was with heavy sorrow upon heart and soul Barton shed a tear as the glass cistern of the wakeful black liquid shattered. As its contents dispersed and dripped everywhere, Barton only had this to say, "Aw, coffee, no...," and in an instant, his mask of sorrow was replaced with one of solemn duty.
Vengeance would be had.
Or, really, seriousness. Hawkeye had to be deliberate about survival since he'd gotten the gist of the circumstances. Drawing his bow and arrow as he sought out the other heroes, since he couldn't really survive on his own-- much to his chagrin-- but he'd the perfect compromise for his quandary.
Find the superior mutant or the Olympian lion, whoever came first, and get the hell out after helping the rest.
Somehow, I miss hearing "Avengers Assemble!" right now at this very moment.
@C.T. @OrlandoBloomers @Gands
Vengeance would be had.
Or, really, seriousness. Hawkeye had to be deliberate about survival since he'd gotten the gist of the circumstances. Drawing his bow and arrow as he sought out the other heroes, since he couldn't really survive on his own-- much to his chagrin-- but he'd the perfect compromise for his quandary.
Find the superior mutant or the Olympian lion, whoever came first, and get the hell out after helping the rest.
Somehow, I miss hearing "Avengers Assemble!" right now at this very moment.
@C.T. @OrlandoBloomers @Gands