Stomach full of Stark Tower pizza and beer, Clint looked up from the television as the elevator opened and started spewing out people.
Tony, Pepper, Steve, Sam –
"Nat!" With a whoop, Clint jumped up and rushed forward, pulling his friend into a hug. "You're back!"
Nat kissed his cheek. "Belgrade was boring. Besides, I didn't want to miss the fireworks."
"What fireworks?"
Smirking, Nat nodded to the man just stepping out of the elevator.
Clint studied him curiously. He looked familiar, but – his eyes dropped to the gleam of metal just visible under the man's left jacket sleeve.
"Holy shit."