<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> 7:27 PM, Eastern Standard Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Natasha Romanoff</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Clint cooled his heels contemplating for the moment if he had made a mistake contacting Natasha.  There hadn't been any delay before his call was dropped into her voice mail.  The possibility was very strong that Director Fury had sent on some covert assignment and she was incommunicado.  Clint wondered if he would have better luck finding Stark or Rogers.  The meeting hadn't end that long ago.  They would probably be hovering around the meeting room.  A few minutes later, Clint began to rub his hands, the weather was getting colder and  he had a need for a warm drink.<br/><br/>He'd just head down and rustle something up from the kitchens.  Stark had been quite proud that day showing off the features that the Tower had been equipped with.  Clint would brew himself something nice and hot coffee.  That would take the chill out of him properly.  He was folding up his bow and packing it away when Natasha appeared bringing the storm and fury with each step.  Clint privately wondered if Thor was nearby with his hammer providing an extra assist.  He wouldn't have doubted it if lightning suddenly leapt from her eyes to smote him down on the spot.  'Even...'  The rest of his sentence dribbled into unspoken words before being blasted away by the acid on her tongue.<br/><br/>Clint tried to look cool and not dismayed that the only voice of reason he could talk to was furious and boiling over.  He dropped anchor and waited until Tropical Storm Natasha blew itself out.  Clint merely grunted on occasion as she talked, not trusting that anything he said wouldn't be used to bludgeon him over the head until he was lying flat on the ground...most likely dead.  Natasha was certainly angry, no make that furious.  He couldn't remember her being so outspoken in the recent past.<br/><br/>Clint tried to guess what was going on in Natasha's head that would get her so riled up.  He suspected it might have been the news on Loki, but if that was the case Natasha had always been coolly professional in the past with other high-value targets.  Might it been something Stark said?  Clint couldn't take that off the table, he found him to be incredibly insulting and patronizing most of the time.  No doubt, that he would probably be a very big reason.  After shuffling through a few more options, Clint considered that it might be him.  Natasha had never been shy before to let him have it, although not with the heated words like today.  He couldn't think though what he had done which had been so offensive...<br/><br/>Realizing that Natasha was still looking at him, expecting a response Clint quickly came to some conclusions.  'I seem to recall you had as much luck with your stingers as I did.'  What he wasn't going to do though was let her thoroughly cook him on a spit to devour.  'But that's just the thing about Asgardians isn't it.  A quick stomp never seems to put them down.  What do you want to do then, Natasha?  Got any leads yourself on where he would be hiding?'