<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o566/thenightisnear/Fave%20Characters/cb2.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clint Barton<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Hawkeye<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Helicarrier<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:05 PM<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> None</span></span><br/><hr/><br/><em>'Barton, Loki is loose; we need you at Stark Tower now.'</em>Those were the last words he wanted to hear in this lifetime, yet there it was plain as day.  Clint quickly toweled off and donned on his working clothes.  Any sense of exhaustion faded away as he focused on what was surely coming.  He owed Loki something more than just an exploding arrow to his face.  Clint was going to get his fair pound of flesh and more than a little undue satisfaction with taking down Loki again.  Continuing his run, he headed to the Armory to pick up his tools.<br/><br/>The weight of his quiver was a welcome presence as Clint tapped into the Helicarrier comms again.  'Agent Barton here, I'm going to need a Quinjet ready to go as soon as I hit the Hangar.  I'll be heading for Mr. Stark's tower.'  With that done, Clint focused on the target, planting an arrow through Loki's head.  No playing around, he was going to take the Asgardian down before he would make the mistake of getting near Loki.<br/><br/>Boarding the Quinjet, Clint sent a quick missive to Stark. 'Flying in, ETA ten minutes.'  Getting strapped in, Clint began to play with the toggle, always coming back to the explosive heads.  They had worked last time, and Clint was confident that his lucky talisman was going to come in handy.  Along the way, the pilot reported turbulance, the flight would take a bit longer... Of course, Clint tried not to grimace.  Why shouldn't he be late?  It was his luck last time and it looked like bad luck was waiting for Clint again.  He kicked his feet back...a storm was coming and why did he have this sinking sensation in his gut?