“Stay put!” she said frantically. “No, an actually effing /giant/ robot. That is talking to Tony. Like it’s sentient, Clint, what the hell is going on!”
Clint switches from one foot to another just like he used to, before doing something rash. “I don’t know what’s going on but I guess that’s what Tony’s going to find out.”
The archer is curious and itching to get outside to see and hear for himself not enjoying being in the dark of things. A sentient robot not made by Tony, that would be the first.
“Will you protect me if it gets in here?” she said in a tiny, pretend-little girl voice. She clasped her hands in front of her and batted her eyelashes at him, trying not to laugh.