38. Pockets
Clint Barton strode into the room, twirling a fake handle-bar moustache that was perched on his upper lip, a monocle over his right eye. Loki tilted his head in confusion.
"What the hell is this?"
"I moustache you a question…."The archer shouted with conviction, his mouth quivering. "But…" his voice dropped down low "I will shave it for later."