<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/29/65/58/2965585190e812e4b3843dddd7f6f396--avengers-marvel-marvel-comics.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Clint" Barton<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Hawkeye<br/><strong>Affiliations:</strong>Avengers<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday the 27th of October 2017, 7:12 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower (Formerly Stark Tower) NYC<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>And lo, Woe would befall the coffee drinkers of the morning as the prophecied Ender of Coffee Times has come. And worse, now he can play the "injured" card to justify what was arguably the absolute worst part of having him on the team. It wasn't the sass, it wasn't that he went into mega-power battles with just a bow-and-arrow.<br/><br/>It was the fact that he'd drink all the coffee. Literially. Coming into the kitchen he doesn't say a word, just gives the Other Hawkeye and Natasha both little grunts and nods as he grabbed the whole coffee pot and just started drinking straight from it. It's actually kind of impressive to watch, it's still scalding hot and jet black and he's just drinking it like it's water.<br/><br/>In fairness, he does start another pot before the murder happens. Even if he limps a little to do it. It's the reason there were two Hawkeyes, Clint was thought to have been killed in battle with Hydra 6 months ago but turned out to just have had several broken bones and had barely managed to slink off into an off-the-grid SHIELD Safehouse. What medical attention he got he had to give himself, the man very nearly died. So much so that he still has a limp on bad mornings, and he still occasionally had to take something for pain, some parts of his body STILL had wrappings on them. But he was back. And to show that he was a good sport about being replaced immediately he didn't even demand his own codename back. Just - kept using it anyway.<br/><br/>"<strong>Something about a Car Stall? Morning.</strong>" he groans.