I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun

It starts raining...maybe he's looking for Thor...

Clint let out a growl of frustration, kicking the nearest chunk of rubble with the toe of his boot. "Dammit" He's running a hand through his dust coated hair in a bid to clear away some of the grime "Now what?"

Well he's not so sure his usual lines would work on an Asgardian

Humming star spangled man....

"Any bourbon?" He asked, already well aware what the answer would be, a small smirk as he slid down the wall, resting his back against it and crossing his boots at the ankle "beer?"

"Ouch, that's quite the pout...even for you, whats up ?" he asked, moving to sit by her side, resting his forearms on his knees

|| feeling mopey. not being good enough to write with really sucks. I feel like people pity write with me?

||Is my character too hard to connect with because he's sarcastic and an ass? honest answers perlease. comments appreciated so I know what to change.

And he’s back

He may have been on a week long bender. he's not sorry but he IS worse for wear

A frown, immediate and indefinite "Don't push me Nat"