<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>Captain America<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Elektra, Frank Castle, & Deadpool<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Explicit Rap Music<br/><hr/><br/>Hell’s Kitchen was quiet tonight, which didn’t mean it was a good or a bad thing. Clint stood before the meter with a pile of loose change in his hand, change he had been dying to get rid of because what cost change anymore now days? As he pushed quarters into the meter so that a black Corvette (http://www.chevrolet.ca/content/dam/Chevrolet/northamerica/ca/nscwebsite/en/home/vehicles/performance/2017_corvette_grand_sport/01_images/3.%20Design/ca-2017-chevrolet-corvette-grand-sport-sports-car-mo-design-635x357-08.jpg) wouldn’t get towed away (which would probably be the least of his worries with car thieves about), he couldn’t stop thinking about how he had never received an invitation from Steve. Did he think he was still with the Avengers? Yes that could have been it. Closing his hand and shoving a fist into his denim pants pocket, Clint turned from the meter toward Josie’s Bar. He pushed open the glass door and stopped…stopped right in the doorway as though he had walked into a glass door when he saw Deadpool sitting in the bar. Deadpool…Clint’s blue eyes swept the room, taking in familiar faces.<br/><br/>Janet Van Dyne, Johnny Blaze, Frank Fucking Castle (it just got worse), some chick (Roxy), and a few familiar mutants. Frank Castle and Deadpool were the two that stuck out to him the most like a thumb that wasn’t just sore but split open and oozing blood all over the place. By that point, there was a hard scowl on Clint’s face. Steve would invite two mentally unstable convicts to one of his get-togethers for whatever reason, but not invite him? Clint couldn’t hold his tongue in that moment.<br/><br/>“You got an interesting crowd here. I don’t know what you got planned, but I’m kinda’ glad I wasn’t invited,” said Clint as he glared daggers at Deadpool and Frank. “I’m waiting in the car (He said this to Elektra).”<br/><br/>Clint turned back toward the street, paused, and then turned back around to face the room.<br/><br/>“Oh and I almost forgot…” Clint bowed and spread his arms in mockery, wearing the fakest of grins as he said to Steve, “Happy Fucking Birthday Captain.”<br/><br/>The grin immediately vanished behind a frown as Clint turned from the bar, letting the door slam closed behind him. He walked back over to the Corvette, walked around the front, and sat inside. Closing the door, he cut the power on and started tuning the radio. He needed some music to take his mind off of that bullshit. Apparently, Hawkeye wasn’t better than The Punisher and Deadpool. He must have invited those jokers out of desperation. Clint found a song (https://youtu.be/R6dEDEQGK9I?list=PLjb5m4F7fafFK7eIbMRv9Wl3bR7aYb0Cs) (Warning: Explicit language in this rap song) and turned it up so that the song was all he heard as he waited for Elektra to finish her business.