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Tony had blocked all access to the lab, which instantly alarmed the other Avengers. If he wasn't allowing them in, he probably knew they wouldn't approve of his current activity, which probably meant nothing good. There was a small chance he was making something that would help, but the creation required no distractions, but that was a very small chance.
Clint watched from the air vent as Stark attached sandpaper to… something, before some kind of alert popped up on the screen in front of him and he moved into the room next door. The one that Clint had so far failed to find any vents connecting to it. The only room in the tower he couldn't spy on.
The alert had probably been about him, then.
Clint jumped down from the ledge he'd been crouched on moments before it shattered under the force of the robot's arm, causing cracks to extend through the concrete. Yeah, this building isn't safe anymore, Clint thought as he ran across the roof. A moment later, he was running on air as he fell through the roof, landing on the floor beneath. He rolled over with a groan, before seeing the spinning wheel of…
Dammit, Tony! Quit making sentient killing machines! Clint quickly rolled out of the way of the spinning wheel of sandpaper the robot was extending towards him. The same one he's seen Tony working on three months prior.