Clint shakes his head dramatically. “Why does it have to do with me every time there’s something going on with SHIELD? I don’t even work with them anymore..” The hawk grins at Tony for his question. “We’re friends then?”
She twitches, heavily. “You … don’t? Well I’m an idiot. Sorry, I just — you,” she pokes Tony, “keep forgetting that I don’t /know/ your superhero buddies. Sidelines girl, here. I don’t get to work with the heavy hitters. So, sorry, I assumed he was here because something was going on out of my league.”
Tony shrugged one shoulder lackadaisically. “It hasn’t really come up. He was trying to explain something the other day, but he was a bit sloshed, and I haven’t had time to sit down for a rain check.” He flashed Clint a brief, apologetic grin. “The last hawk I met was still part of SHIELD.”
“It’s okay Summer, there’s no way you could have known. Me and SHIELD parted ways few years ago.” He turns to Tony, not really wanting to tell him but knowing he has to if he’s actually planning on staying around. “I guess it’s good news for me then that he is still there. I don’t have to watch over my shoulder every minute and dodge or kill the assassins they send after my ass.” The hawk manages to sound indifferent and calm but he’s readying himself to escape just in case.
“I hate multiple dimensions,” she grumbled. “Especially when I don’t even — can we, like, tag people so I know if they’re from this worldspace?” She buried her face in Tony’s hair. “I promise assassins won’t get you here. Is he staying?”