<div class="floatleft">(https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608044438983935252&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Clint Barton/ Haweye<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The *Lounge* Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black suit and tie, dress shoes and slacks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Enchantress, spiderwoman, banner, captain america, widow<br/><br/>Clint eyes went wide when he was flung backwards into the bar and groaned in pain as he landed on glass. He could feel one of his ribs being broken and pain was running up and down. Worst case scenario was he had broken ribs. Best case scenario was he had bruised ribs. Clint would push through the pain. He quickly dashed behind the bar and peeked over. Hyperion was holding amora and sif had her sword sticking out of her. Things seemed to getting worse before he clutched his side and slowly walked towards the group. "Sif what is the meaning of this. While is amora attacking us?" He asked through wincing pain.<br/><br/>He dragged his feet slightly before looking back at the group."Did loki have something to do with this?" He asked her. Sif stabbing the asgardian witch could be either a bad thing or a good thing. He dare not anger the wife of thor knowing she could gut him too. "Please fill in the rest of us please." He added calmly trying to get information out of sif. He needed answers. He did glance at spider woman for a moment. So many woman in one room. Banner had not lost it just yet. He thanked the powers that be that hulk did not smash. The place was already ruined enough as it was. Not that clint did not like banner as an ally. Just he worried too much smash and the building could cave.