"Clint"
"Clint"
Nat is standing as far back as she can get, directly behind her friend, because this is a spectacularly B.A.D. idea, even for a guy who seems to routinely need patching up.
Steve has his shield raised in front of Buck and Sam, grinning like an idiot becuase Mr. "jump without a parachute' loves this kind of half-assed stunt. Tony, skeptically, having considered the physics of the thing, has triggered the armour suit.
Pepper, the smartest of them all, has quickly grabbed Lucky's collar and Bruce's sleeve and walked out the door.
"I'm going for the record. Got your phone?"
"Clint!"
"Aww, come on Nat."
He still doesn't move. His elbow is raised chin high, holds the arrow notched and steady as a stone, as if it were four not forty pounds of draw. Reluctantly, Nastasha pulls her Stark phone out, hits the camera button because if this works and she fails to get the evidence he will pout for at least a week.
The cake is blazing. 44 candles, long skinny purple tapers, put off a lot of heat.
"Doin' it my way."
Of course he is.
Any one else would just blow the candles out.