Glaring best as he can, Trapper nurses the rapidly forming bruise. Times like these, he wishes he had a stake to apply to the swollen eye.
"No, actually," He ignores the pain, "That part of the date went well."
"Then?" Hawkeye prods, unable to let it rest.
"She dropped a few words like 'meant to be', 'love', and 'future'. I had to tell her I was married with two kids waiting back home."
"And then she gave you the black eye."
"No," Trapper winces, feeling for the damage done, "But how was I to know she had a rock collection?"