“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.
The archer takes few steps towards you and caresses your cheek softly before bending down on one knee like a knight. “At your service. I won’t allow any thing to happen to you.”
His hand brings some strands of your hair to his lips for a kiss before falling back down and letting your hair free. “What would you have me do?”
Summer giggled softly. “You’re supposed to stay here and guard me, in case it turns out to be evil or a kidnapper or something.” She touched one of his shoulders, then the other. “I dub you Sir Clint of Summerland.”