Bow
Bruce had never been inside of Clint's house. Well until today that is. The scientist had driven across town to pick up the archer for dinner. Normally the archer would be waiting on his apartment complex's stairs out front, but he wasn't there today. Bruce jogged across the street to stand on the familiar little stoop. He buzzed up to Clint's apartment getting a scratchy 'come in!' as a response.
Bruce opened the unlocked door of the apartment immediately shocked by the immaculate interior of the smallish space. Walking through the front door he looked around in embarrassment. His rooms in the tower have been never this nice when Clint came over. He trekked on though looking through each room for the young archer. He reached the end of a small hallway.
The last door stood just in front of him slightly cracked open with light emanating from said crack. He pushed it open but did not enter. He simply stood I shock as he watched Clint tuck something snugly into the blankets of a crib. He knew had no children so what on earth could he put in that crib? A flash of metal caught his eye. Was he tucking in… his bow?