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ɪᴅ : BARTON, CLINT.

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Clint looked at the arrow that had fallen onto the floor.
In plain view.
In plain sight.
In light for the world to see. 
He blinked twice before starting,
→“Nobody ever asks me about these arrows. But let’s say you didn’t see anything.”
It was a sturdy looking thing with a radioactive marking etched into its shaft. In short, it was an anti-Hulk arrow. He had one for ever Avenger. An anti-Avengers arrow. Hell he even had one for himself.
As said, nobody asked him about them. He wasn’t even sure how many even knew.

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        THE SYMBOL HIT a little close to home for Bruce– he knew that image all too well. Professionally. Personally. It was forever embedded into his brain. Even so, he hadn’t been EXPECTING to find it on any of Agent Barton’s equipment. Naturally, his CURIOSITY was sparked ( for more reason than one ) but he refrained from being invasive, for now. He knew a thing or two about the desire to keep private matters PRIVATE; if Clint wanted to come clean, to OFFER an explanation…he would ( hopefully ). If he didn’t, well…Bruce liked him enough to believe he had his reasons. 
        ❝ What arrows ? ❞ he played along, shrugging NONCHALANTLY as he knelt to reach for it. Carefully, he took the weapon between his fingers and stood, averting his eyes so the other man would know he wasn’t inspecting it. ❝ Here you go. Everything ALRIGHT ?? You look…beat. ❞

  1. typicalclint reblogged this from radiasi and added:
    Gentle fingers plucked the arrow from Banner’s hand. Not gentle because the damn thing would explode or anything, but...
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