<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> Stark Tower, Landing Pad<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:15 PM, Eastern Standard Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> None</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>When the Quinjet finally landed, Clint all but ran down the landing ramp as it came down.  He had worked himself into a lather contemplating possibilities and probabilities involving Loki.  By the third go around, the Loki in his imagination looked rather riddled with arrows.  Clint was going to leave nothing to chance, strike first before Loki had any chance of using any new tricks that hadn't been seen yet.  There was no way he was going through the humiliation of being suborned again by the Asgardian or even worse laid low.<br/><br/>Clint looked left and right, there was no one on the landing pad.  Looking back at his watch he wasn't suprised.  Even with the short distance, he had arrived too late for Stark's briefing.  He was going to have to find someone to tell him what had transpired in the meeting.  Without hesitation, he tapped his comm on and tried to get a link to Natasha.  Clint wasn't in the mood to talk to the other Avengers just yet and he felt slightly more at ease around her.  'Tasha, this is Clint.  I'm on the rooftop of the Tower.  Meet me here in five for a debrief?'