He had one pretty big bag with clothes/shoes in it and the other one had his bow and his equipment. His quiver was thrown across his shoulders, which seemed a little bit out of place while he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His occupation didn't leave a lot of room for personal possessions, due to the fact of always being on assignment or in different parts of the world tracking down people S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted taken care of. And that's what this was, another assignment, the Avengers one. It was not one that he was particularly looking forward to. This wasn't going to be his home whatever Stark assumed. At least 'Tash had been assigned to it as well, there was comfort in that fact.
He'd taken a look at the building while making his way here and had to say it looked pretty impressive, though the last time he'd looked at it, it'd been a little worse for wear. It'd be an interesting place to stay for the time being, and the view would be amazing.
"That's it...?" Tony repeated, he thought that was a joke and expected a continuation to the statement, but there wasn't, "Not even things in storage? Your room is going to be pretty big... Just-," he leaned to either side searching for more stuff hidden behind the man, finding nothing he stood back up straight, "...that."
"Okay." he said, "Well, let's take you and 'all your stuff' inside."
He motioned to the doorway, "I don't want to leave you standing out here, looking like you're some kind of door-to-door hunting equipment salesman. People are going to think I have an interest in that. I can see the magazine headlines, now... "
"They've probably come up with worse." he answered, half smirking at the idea of it, trying to get rid of the slightly uncomfortable feeling he had when Stark gave him that weird confused look at his lack of luggage. Not everyone in the world needed well....everything in the the world.
Shrugging one bag over his shoulder, Clint started up the stairs, vaguely wondering what exactly Stark considered a 'big' room size to be, he had a feeling that no matter how large he thought it would be, that it would still surprise him and trained his expression to a careful neutral state.
"Yeah, they have." he responded, not really wanting to talk about that. He gave Clint a friendly pat on the back when he neared and ushered him through the doorway. He accompanied him through the large and open lobby leading to one of the elevators, waving at certain people that were bustling around and ignoring certain others. He diverted some of the more curious attention away from Clint with an expertise, a few fancy words their way, and made sure they continued on.
Once inside he tapped on a screen that was situated above the elevator's buttons, typing in a code, and soon they were headed up to the higher floors of the tower. He stood up straight after that, crossing his arms, and glanced to Clint out of the corner of his eye. He then lasted a whole ten seconds in silence.
"So, what's your excuse for moving in?" Tony blurted out, "Or rather, what that question really means is, what's Fury's excuse?"
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He had one pretty big bag with clothes/shoes in it and the other one had his bow and his equipment. His quiver was thrown across his shoulders, which seemed a little bit out of place while he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His occupation didn't leave a lot of room for personal possessions, due to the fact of always being on assignment or in different parts of the world tracking down people S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted taken care of. And that's what this was, another assignment, the Avengers one. It was not one that he was particularly looking forward to. This wasn't going to be his home whatever Stark assumed. At least 'Tash had been assigned to it as well, there was comfort in that fact.
He'd taken a look at the building while making his way here and had to say it looked pretty impressive, though the last time he'd looked at it, it'd been a little worse for wear. It'd be an interesting place to stay for the time being, and the view would be amazing.
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"Okay." he said, "Well, let's take you and 'all your stuff' inside."
He motioned to the doorway, "I don't want to leave you standing out here, looking like you're some kind of door-to-door hunting equipment salesman. People are going to think I have an interest in that. I can see the magazine headlines, now... "
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Shrugging one bag over his shoulder, Clint started up the stairs, vaguely wondering what exactly Stark considered a 'big' room size to be, he had a feeling that no matter how large he thought it would be, that it would still surprise him and trained his expression to a careful neutral state.
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Once inside he tapped on a screen that was situated above the elevator's buttons, typing in a code, and soon they were headed up to the higher floors of the tower. He stood up straight after that, crossing his arms, and glanced to Clint out of the corner of his eye. He then lasted a whole ten seconds in silence.
"So, what's your excuse for moving in?" Tony blurted out, "Or rather, what that question really means is, what's Fury's excuse?"
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