<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://thesubclubbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/pic-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Clint Barton<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(20:03 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Janet<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Steve<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Clint retracted his arm from Janet’s waist when she got comfortable against the car, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. When she shared with him her worries about mentoring a new pupil, he was actually surprised to hear it. Clint seemed to mirror her, sliding his hands into the pockets of his own jacket. He raised his brows at her.<br/><br/>“Janet, you’re one of the smartest and strongest women I know. You know apprentices only seek out the best. Just be you. No one is expectin’ you to be anyone else. Besides, if Rogers invited you to join his new team, then that alone speaks volumes.”<br/><br/>Clint then looked ahead at the bar with a sour scowl turning his brows. “Then again, Old Glory might just be wantin’ some of your honey.”<br/><br/>It was frank, but Clint was still clearly sore about having not been invited. When she explained Steve’s desperation, Clint couldn't sympathize. He responded, “Well, he might as well recruit Loki, while he’s at it. We can trust him just as much as we can trust the scum he’s already got.”<br/><br/>Clint’s blue eyes rolled back over to Janet, and he sighed as he tried to erase the pout from his face. He knew she didn't come out here to listen to him bitch.<br/><br/>“Hey, if you ever need anything Janet, you can always ask me. But you’ve always been a big girl. You’re clever and beautiful. You’ll do fine. Just have faith in yourself.”