[Clint trudges back in to the apartment, looking a little the worse for wear. A day hunting smilodon had been enjoyable, but the extended time in the Ice-Age had made sure that the cold sank into him. It was worst in his hands. It always was.
He smiles when he spots Coulson there, and begins to strip off the heavier pieces of his outfit, fingers a little clumsy on the bindings.]
Want some coffee, sir? I was just gonna make some.
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He smiles when he spots Coulson there, and begins to strip off the heavier pieces of his outfit, fingers a little clumsy on the bindings.]
Want some coffee, sir? I was just gonna make some.