As long as I wipe the salmon roe from my nethers I'll be getting my costume on and taking my leave of you creeps.

Hey, look, it's a metaphor for your love-life.

Going to need about a thousand more arrows. Preferably some of them on fire.

Some people have actually called me the world's greatest archer.

Good thing they call you HawkEYE and not HawkEAR.

She's the Thelma to my Louise. Minus the driving off a cliff part.

Keep your shirt on.

Clint... I can draw a sketch of you from memory, I know your social security number, you brother, all your former flames, Black Widow told me everything. Trust me when I say the mask is not protecting you.

Gone. I swear to god, super villains are like really annoying magicians. Blink and they disappear, puff of smoke not even needed.

I'm gonna walk out of here and try not to cry in front of the Avengers, get back to the clubhouse, and then figure out if I can make that Hawkingbird shtick stick.

Straight lines are easy. Point and shoot. But an arc is complicated. Alive Unpredictable. And now more than ever, i'm reminded of the biggest point of compariso: and arrow's arc ends. So does a life.

Well, I already called, like... everyone i know. You think I didn't when I was riding a giant land shark through the streets of Santa Mónica? They were all busy or off-planet or "dead". So dramatic.

They say that the shortest distance between two points is a stright line. But that's not how arrows travel. There's always an arc. And that's my life. Up and down. Never in a straight line.

Aw. That hurt.

Sir, with all due respect the minute Eli's back on his feet, he'll be chasing down bad guys, powers or no powers. That's who he is. It's who we all are.

Have you ever heard of boomerang arrows?

Do the Avengers have an app? They should. I should make it. That's a million dollar idea, Kate.

Oh, we gotta walk the dog!

See? Tree covers the parts that won't come off.

So, if you really want to protect us you'll accept us.