A/N: DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO SMUT AND RAUNCH! AU based on Attack of the 50ft Mandy (Totally Spies), featuring the Atom from DC comics. Clint Barton and Scott Lang compete for the title of Mr. Happy Harbor. Scott seeks the best full-body makeover spa in the area, only to discover that Clint has also booked the same treatment. Meanwhile, Ray Palmer, a tiny S.H.I.E.L.D. prisoner, has escaped and tries to sabotage Scott's makeover with a special microchip. However, he plants it in Clint's machine by mistake. Meanwhile, Clint is oblivious that he's becoming stronger and taller at school. Scott Lang, Hank Pym, and Eric O'Grady are called to investigate the disappearances of contestants and discover that giant Clint is responsible for abducting his competition.
For the sake of the story, the Atom (Ray Palmer) from DC comics has been re-imagined as a villain. S.H.I.E.L.D. is a covert operations agency in Marvel, but I re-imagined it as a Marvel equivalent of WOOHP (Totally Spies).
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DC Comics, Marvel Comics, Totally Spies, and Avengers Assemble.
Groove Mall
Clint Barton and Scott Lang have always been rivals since their days at Tony Stark High but the rivalry had once literally reached new heights and was almost deadly. It happened when Scott dragged his best friends, Hank Pym and Eric O'Grady, to the mall so that they could wait in line with him while he signed up for the gay pageant which was sponsored by gay friendly apparel maker, Andrew Christian. Hank and Eric were glad to support Scott who was so distracted by the thought of his victory that he didn't notice Clint was behind him.
"Don't bother entering the pageant all, Scott. It'll save you the humiliation," said Clint who was nicknamed Hawkeye by the students because of his archery skills. Scott, Hank, and Erictransferred to the school and were collectively known as the Ant-Men because they were the only male students who were below 6 feet tall.
"Oh hi Clint. I thought I smelled something funny," said Scott.
Clint scoffed at that remark. "I don't know why you're even wasting your time, Scott, when it's obvious that I'm going to win," said Clint who was eyelevel with Scott.
"Tell you what Clint. If I win, I'll be nice by letting you hold my flowers while I put on my crown," Scott said excitedly in Clint's face.
"You wish! Get ready to eat my pageant because I've got an edge over everyone else!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, my edge will edge out your edge anytime!"
"We'll see about that. Now if you'll excuse, victory is calling me." Clint pushes the other men out of the way and signs his name.
"So what's this edge you were talking about, Scott?" asks Eric.
"Please tell me it's better than your trash talking or whatever you have planned for the talent portion," said an exasperated Hank.
"It's this new expensive spa treatment called the beautimizer machine. It's a special full-body makeover that promises to make my hair, smiles, eyes, and even my attitudes bigger."
Unbeknownst to them, a doll sized figure, Ray Palmer, was spying on them from inside a trash can. Scott Lang was a former S.H.I.E.L.D scientist who was wanted to increase strength while reducing physical size. During a freak accident, he was shrunk, but gained incredible strength. His plan to shrink major cities was foiled by Scott, Hank, and Eric and he was jailed. Now that he escaped, he wants revenge against the trio.
Clint's POV
As I walked away, I thought about how this world isn't big enough to handle the two of us. I want to be bigger, much much bigger. I like imagining myself growing into a massive giant, towering above Scott. When I was younger, I liked to keep a little cop figurine in my sneaker, feeling him press against my sole while his head slid between my toes with each step. I love thinking about the littles down at my massive feet when I'm walking though the city. I would casually walk down the streets between the buildings. For me, it was just a walk. But for those puny runts, it was something to fear. They would be running around like ants, trying to avoid my feet. Of course, at my immense size, my feet would be too big and my legs so long, that the bugs wouldn't be able to estimate where my feet would land next. Each footfall would land with a thud, causing the ground to shake. Littles and cars would be crushed underfoot, not even standing a chance. And many more would disappear underneath those powerful sweaty soles. Little guys being bugs around my feet or exploring my body. Or maybe getting big enough to stomp through a city, having a deep laugh at the tanks right and playing water polo with an aircraft carrier. Some streets would be too narrow for my feet or even my big toe while others would be wide enough for me to straddle. My cum would make great dairy for them and I could produce more milk in a few minutes than all of the cows in Los Angeles County make in a day. Like that would ever happen.
Manhattan Men's Spa the next day
Scott had finished getting pampered in preparation for the treatment in the city's gay friendly Korean style spa. The pampering includes waxing, a manicure, a pedicure, and a full body massage. Just as Scott was about to punching in the settings on the machine, he hears Clint's voice and peeks out of his room.
"It better do what it's advertised to do because bigger is always better when it comes to winning pageants," he says to the 29 year old 4'9 male spa employee, named Peter Parker who was honored to personally pamper one of Tony Stark High's heartthrobs. Scott quickly hides in Clint's machine after turning it on.
"Someone is in my machine! This is outrageous! I made reservations like hours ago!" yells a spoiled and infuriated Clint.
The scared Korean was a huge fan of Clint and didn't want to anger him. "I'm so sorry, sir. Why don't you take the other spot?" He points to the machine on the other side. "It's empty."
Scott peeks from his machine. Clint's excellent gaydar went off. He could see how nervous, vulnerable, short, handsome, and cute the dude was. He immediately softens his expression, puts his big hands on the Peter's shoulders, and closes the personal space between them. Peter Parker notices this and blushes. He also tries to hide his erection by putting his hands in his pockets but Clint already notices it. He smiles and gently forces the Korean to take his hand out of his pockets.
"No need to be ashamed and please forgive me. I didn't mean to frighten my own fan, especially such a handsome man," said Clint in a sexy and soft tone before taking out a $20 bill. "Here. Keep it as a token of my appreciation." Scott rolls eyes and quietly scoffs. Clint puts the money in the Korean's pocket, slowly caresses his erection, and slowly gives him a passionate kiss while he effortlessly lifts him off the ground. Scott quietly gags. Clint whispers something to him before going into his machine, winking and closing the the door.
With the red faced and smiling Korean gone, Clint puts his purple and black bag, next to the occupied machine and went inside the unreserved machine. Scott didn't want to be in the same room as Clint so he waited a few more minutes until he could leave. During that time, Ray Palmer enters the room.
"Which one is Scott in?" he asked himself before seeing Clint's bag next to a machine. Thinking that Scott was in the other machine, Ray inserts a special computer chip into the wrong machine. "Revenge is sweet, my little Scott. I may be small, but let's see how you like being really, really tall!"
After Ray left in a trolley, Scott moves to another room across the hall where, luckily for him, the machines weren't reserved. Meanwhile, Clint's machine begins to spark. Clint begins to feel funny all over but ignores it. He also begins to feel aroused all of the sudden so he starts to masturbate. Unbeknownst to him, the console on the outside shows his entire body becomes taller and more toned but more was yet to come...
Tony Stark High gym in the afternoon
The next day, Scott was showing off the results of his full body makeover to his best friends before a volleyball game.
"Wow Scott. We'll have to wear sunglasses in order to admire your new look because you're like literally glowing. You're definitely gonna win," said Eric. Scott was about to tell him about Clint before being interrupted by other students. The trio walks over to see that Clint was being praised for having even better results than Scott.
"Move over, boys. Your next new Mr. Happy Harbor just entered the building," said Clint pompously while he he shows off his results and basks in the praise. He waves to his admirers and walks slowly to the volleyball hammock like he's the British queen.
"Clint showed up at the spa for the same treatment. Can you believe it?" complained Scott with his fists clenched as Clint takes a volleyball from the hammock.
"What I can't believe is how much taller Clint is," said Eric.
"Since when did Clint become a male equivalent of an amazon?" asked Hank.
Clint WAS 6'3 with size 13US feet but when he finished his treatment yesterday, he had become 6'8 with size 16US feet. At first, he seems oblivious to his genetic enhancements. He initially denies what's happening, insisting to the same Korean guy that he always has been this tall. Clint took no notice to the fact that he had grown to 6'11 with size 18US feet on the way to the gym but he does notice that his big left toe is poking out of his shoe when he tries to scratch his well endowed crotch. Before the second growth spurt, Clint had to take and wear his dad's size 16 sneakers. His 6'8 dad had bought them for himself and left them behind when he left for a business trip in Russia.
"Uggh. I'm telling Dad to take his defective shoes back to the store when he comes home," complains Clint who then turns his attention to Scott. "Well? Don't just stand there! Are we gonna play or are you too chicken that I'll you at volleyball too, Scott?
During the volleyball game, Clint completely defeats the entire opposing team like a machine without much help from his teammates.
"This was just a warm up for the pageant. See you wannabees tomorrow,'' Clint gloated. Scott, Eric, and Hank decide to go back home to shower in order to avoid Clint.
the lockers
Meanwhile, Clint is changing fast. His physical size, strength, and arrogant attitude are growing at an alarming rate. He was forced to walk around barefoot when his dad's shoes and socks completely rip after his feet grows again, this time to a size 22. He's now 7'7 tall. When his locker wouldn't open, he effortlessly pulls his locker door off its hinges, crumples it, and throws it in the trash. During his shower, Clint fingers himself and uses his dirty sweaty smelly socks, jockstrap, and ripped shoes to help him jerk off. His moaning of "oh, fuck" echoed throughout the locker room as unusually thick seed clogs the shower drain. He then tries to make it less thick by relieving half of the contents of his bladder after drinking a gallon of water. He then pisses the rest at a urinal but it overflows. As he tries to dry himself, he nonchalantly released a huge noxious fart and called the others weaklings and crybabies when they complained. His loud laughter echoed before he crashes his head through the top of the 6'8 door frame without injury. Clint leaves the gym to buy a new tracksuit and shoes for a night out.
late at night
Although Clint was gay, he decided to go watch Attack of the 50ft Mandy and Attack of the 50ft Veronica as a way to relax although he had to deal with a customer complainer that Clint should sit down even though he was. Clint had left the theater and walked a block before a guy bumped into Clint's chest.
"Watch where you're going, runt," said Clint with an attitude.
The man got up and was about to put up a fight until he saw that the man was his idol and one of the local heartthrobs, Clint Barton.
"Clint Barton? Is that you?" asks the Korean man. "You look much taller in real life than you do in the magazine."
Clint Barton just just smiled and rolled his eyes. "I'm not that tall. Only 6'3. Besides, you're just a manlet," said Clint as he towers above the 5'8 man and tries to compare shoe size. He also stretches up to grab a thick branch and snap it in half which shuts the Korean manlet up but Choi was still fuming. "Well anyway, it was nice talking to you but I've get home. Pageant is in 2 days. Bye."
"Wait! Maybe I could drive you home since I was heading back to my car anyway."
"Sure."
"The name's Ryan Choi by the way."
Choi holds out his hand for a handshake. Clint's hand engulfs his hand and gives a tight handshake. Choi leads Clint to his sports car and opens to door for him like a limo driver because he's eager to please his idol. Clint barely fits in even though there's lots of headroom and the seat is pushed all the way back. The car leans slightly towards Clint's side as Clint squeezes in.
As Choi is driving, Clint asks him, "Can I let my dogs breathe?"
"No," answered Choi.
"Too late," said Clint who puts his bare feet on the dashboard which makes Choi gag and roll down a window.
When they arrive in front of Clint's garage, Choi opens the car door but Clint doesn't get out. Instead, he staring at Choi's erection. Choi tries to hide it but Clint grabs Choi's wrists. Choi tries to resist but Clint is too strong. Choi couldn't resist the urge anymore. He tries to move kiss Clint but Clint puts a finger on Choi's lips, asking him, "What's the magic word?
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"May I please worship you like the god you are?"
When Choi and Clint strip down naked, Choi was shocked by how hung Clint was but was desperate. Clint carefully and inserted his 'little friend' deep inside Choi and joked that Choi must be a virgin because of how tight he was. Choi was crying but he didn't care because Clint was like 12 inches inside of him. Clint's thrusts got stronger until Choi felt a huge creamy and warm load enter inside of him. But Choi wanted more so Clint deepthroated him and cummed again. The load was bigger this time and some got on Choi's face when he couldn't swallow it.
"You taste wonderful," commented Choi before Clint grew up to 8'3. Clint's head pops through the metal roof and all 4 tires pop.
"Why does this keep happening to me?" whined Clint. "What are you staring at, Choi? Stop staring! I'm the same as always."
"B-B-But you're not, Clint. Can't you see that you've changed? You're different now."
"I'm not different. You're different because you're puny and weak!"
Choi knew that Clint had a legendary temper so he gets on his knees and begs to Clint. "Clint. You're my idol. Please don't hurt me. i didn't mean to upset you."
Clint's anger evaporates instantly. "Choi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry. I just want to win the pageant. That's all."
"It's ok, Clint. I'll support you and I know you'll win."
Clint thanks Choi by giving a suffocating hug before releasing him. Choi was still worried about Clint's size but decides not to pursue it any further. Clint and Choi go into the house to clean themselves up. Clint enters first by turning sideways and ducking through the top of the doorway. He barely fits through and calls for a flatbed pickup truck.
With Choi gone, Clint goes to sleep with his feet hanging off the end of his king size bed but worst was yet to come...
The mall the next day in the afternoon
Scott, Hank, and Eric decide to hang out at the mall to help figure out what Scott's talent should be. Suddenly, a pale 12ft tall giant wreaks havoc in the mall and crushes the trio's favorite juice joint. Police have arrived and try to shoot at the giant whom the trio quickly recognize as Clint Barton. The trio quickly hides as an enraged Clint grows up to 15 ft tall before swatting the cops and throwing a police car. Hank peeks out of the hiding spot and sees Clint kidnap a man whom he recognizes as one of the people in line to sign up for the pageant earlier in the week. Clint doesn't see the trio and smashes his head through a mall walkway as he walks away with the victim being carried under his left arm.
"How can Clint be a 15ft tall monster?" asks Scott. "He's only 6'2!"
"Didn't it seem strange how tall and strong Clint was today?" Hank.
"I guess...Maybe it has something to do with that spa treatment she had," said Scott.
"And I bet that Clint is probably doing this in order to win the pageant," said Eric.
"We'll have to go back to the spa to investigate," said Hank.
Korean spa
"I was so pleased with my treatment that I had to get my best friends to experience it for themselves," said Scott to the male employee.
"I'm pleased to hear that. If you need anything else, let me know," said the employee who leaves the guys to themselves.
"This was Clint's machine. Stupid copycat," said Scott as Hank takes out a circuit board with an unusual looking chip. He calls Steve Rogers, the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. to scan it. Upon scanning it, Steve's holographic head becomes enormous.
"Woah, fathead," said Scott.
"Thanks, Scott,"said Steve Rogers sarcastically. "This chip you found is a maximizer which can make anything bigger, including my hologram."
"OK, so the chip made Clint bigger, but why did it make him meaner?" asked Scott.
"Well, Clint isn't the nicest person in the world. Maybe it enlarged her bad attitude as well," answered Steve.
"But who would want a giant Clint?" asked Eric.
"That doesn't matter right. We have to help those contestants," said Hank.
As the trio left, Ray was in the air vent and heard the entire conversation. "I got the wrong machine? Guess I'll have to do it the old fashion way with my Alpha X-10 Maximizer.
Downtown
After Clint deposits his first kidnapping victim in his secure dollhouse, Clint's frame and ego are about to get even bigger than ever before. The 15ft tall giant heads for the city pool where people have already evacuated. He makes a cannonball that empties the pool in a nearby abandoned pool party.
"They need to put more water here," he complains before experiencing another explosion of growth which makes him 50ft tall. He then gets up and goes for a long walk through downtown where he walks over to a glass office building. He looked like he was wearing short shorts. All he had left on was the top half of a T-shirt and a pair of Aussiebum underwear with a pocket in front. The giant hunk treats the empty office building like a mirror, staring at his gorgeous self and doing poses. When he quickly becomes bored, he plants a kiss on the glass before he shoves his meat into the building and begins to bang it before he blasted it into bits with his man juice. Clint's spa treatment has turned him into a heavy cummer who can shoot long thick ropes of hot warm spunk far distances. The treatment also gives his gigantic balls the ability to quickly refill themselves. His man juice is now thicker, creamier, tastier, and heavier than before. Some of it clogs the storm drains. Clint was shocked by all of this and could feel it sloshing around in his nuts as he struts his stuff as if he was in a fashion show. The people down below took pictures of his tight buns. He then takes off his shredded clothes
He then picks up a beer truck and drinks it dry before eating the truck like a candy bar. After sneezing and covering a building with his green slimy boogers, Clint suddenly he felt the need to relieve himself. In an effort to assert dominance and fear over the population, he walks over to the entrance that goes down to a subway station and unleashes a torrent of golden hot piss that he claimed was rich in vitamins and minerals. The subway station is flooded and some of the pee overflowed and flooded the streets.
"HEHE. THAT SHOULD MAKE FOR GREAT BEER,'' Clint sneered as he relieved himself before the world at his feet was subjected to a noxious minute long fart.
"HAHAHA! THE WHOLE WORLD IS MY OWN PERSONAL PLAYGROUND AND CUM DUMPSTER," laughed Clint.
A news helicopter captures the moment when he puts each leg on both sides of the elevated highway, recreating the famous 1958 Attack of the 50 ft. Woman movie poster. He blows a kiss at the helicopter. Along the way, he spots a massive fire in the housing projects and walked towards it, not giving a fuck about the traffic below. Those stuck in traffic managed to get just in time before their cars were crushed as flat as paper beneath his mighty, humongous, and horrendously masculine smelling soles.
"FEE FI FO FUM. OUT OF THE WAY, FUCKING RUNTS. I'M ABOUT TO CUM," he boomed after hocking a huge slimy loogie at 2 firetrucks. "YOUR HOSES ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO MY HOSE."
He proceeded to fuck one loogie covered firetruck with his throbbing dick. The other firetruck gets shoved deep into his ass and gets crushed by his luscious butt cheeks. He begins to masturbate until he has a violent earth shaking orgasm in which the resulting heavy cumshots were long, huge, and far reaching. When he reached the climax, his jizz blasted through the firetruck and smothered the fire. Another cumshot even crushed a car. He pisses on the remaining fires. The force of the torrent created deep cracks in the ground and floor of the building.
He wades through a nearby river with his dick swinging side to side like a compass needle before he stops at a vertical-lift bridge. The bridge's span was down but Clint wanted it to go up so he walked towards the bridge and make his beast point rise straight up at the sky. The bridge span falls into the river. Clint then lets his huge slab of meat fall and smash through the remaining parts of the bridge. After getting out of the water, drying off, and relaxing for a bit, Clint puts his shredded clothes back on and notices that his beautiful and powerful soles were covered in flattened metal. Some were even stuck between his toes with his toejam. They looked like crushed soda cans to him. He carefully peels off each piece one by one and eats it, savoring each bite.
An ice cream truck then races past him. The driver sees Clint is catching up. He hits the accelerator but Clint's strides were too long. He slams his foot in front of the truck, forcing the driver the slam on the brakes. The driver then feels his truck being lifted up. Clint unintentionally gives the driver a wedgie with his fingers before setting him down at the ground. Clint then shakes the truck to deposit all the ice cream into his wide mouth and licks the insides of the truck to see if any ice cream is still there. Clint then swallows the truck whole without chewing before seeing 2 more pageant contestants run away. He quickly scoops them up and brings them close to his eyes so he can briefly study them as up close as possible. Clint licks them before enclosing his fist but the victims were screaming for help and kicking.
"Don't struggle," an annoyed Clint commanded. "It makes my grip tighter."
Clint tries to squeeze the air out of them, but quickly loosens his death grip when they beg for mercy.
"Was that so hard?" Clint asked in a condescending tone. "I think that deserves an award: making sure my 'friend' doesn't feel lonely."
Clint drop them into the pocket in front of his underwear. The victims were overwhelmed by the musk and fall unconscious as the monster becomes aroused. Clint jumps high into the sky and lands on a foreclosed property, creating a crater and an earthquake.
Clint's place
Meanwhile the trio try to save the kidnapped contestants from Clint's house by scaling the side up to the window. They can see 3 victims are tied up with Clint's thick pubic hairs.
"Well this was easy," said Scott.
"Except that mega Clint is still on the lose," said Hank as Scott tried to unlock the window.
Suddenly they feel deep heavy footsteps that get louder and there's an increasingly nasty odor that's in the air. It's a fully nude Clint Barton who's now 20 times as tall as his original 6'2. He had thrown away his clothes when he became too big.
"OK. he was bad enough at 15ft tall but this is ridiculous," Scott said frighteningly.
"WE'LL SEE WHO'S RIDICULOUS WHEN I WIN THE PAGEANT!" Clint retorted before snatching the trio who struggled to breath even though Clint wasn't even trying to crush them. "SINCE I'M SUCH A BENEVOLENT GIANT, YOU CAN CLEAN MY TROPHY AND MY BODY, ESPECIALLY MY FEET. IT'S NOT EASY MAINTAINING A BODY LIKE MINE ESPECIALLY WITH THESE GORGEOUS FEET," sneered Clint as he breathes in his armpits. He brought his rank foot to the trio and made them breathe in the horrendous odor between his toes before tangling them against his rank and humid pubic forest which was covered in dried pieces of his man juice for a few minutes. "OH YEAH. OH FUCK YEAH. YOU GUYS LIKE THIS, DON'T YOU?" he moaned as he strokes his schlong before oozing precum and licks it off from his fingers. He then gently removes the trio from his pubes, gives them a tongue bath, drops them into his bedroom, and slams the roof shut.
"We're trapped like dolls in a dollhouse," said Hank when Clint peeks through the window. Scott grabs the curtains to cover up Clint's deep brown eye.
"How we're gonna get out?" asked Scott, pointing out the stench of cum stained socks and jockstraps that littered the decides to insult Clint so much that he punches a hole in his mansion which successfully worked, allowing the trio and the other contestants to escape. The other contestants quickly ran away.
Ray suddenly shows up in a toy helicopter. "Hello, spies. Remember me?" He aims his maximizer at Scott. "You grow, man!"
Ray fires the gun at Scott who slowly grows up to be 20 times as tall as his original height. He becomes aroused by the sensation of the process and naked. Hank and Scott are down at the giants' hot, sweaty, stinky, and humongous feet. They're excited and horrified by the sight of their best friend and his rival as hot horse hung giants in their birthday suits.
"YOU COPYCAT! IS THERE A SINGLE ORIGINAL BONE IN YOUR BODY?!" Clint said angrily.
Scott pokes Clint in the nose and retorted, "HELLO! IT'S NOT LIKE I ASKED TO BE TURNED INTO A MONSTER LIKE YOU!"
A vain Clint fires back. "JUST REMEMBER THAT NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO BE LIKE ME, EVERYONE KNOWS WHO THE MOST HANDSOME SOCCER PLAYER IN THE WORLD IS!
Scott angrily says, "IF YOU THINK YOU'RE GETTING THAT TROPHY-"
"IT'S ALREADY MINE," interrupted Clint angrily. This was the last straw for Scott who throws the first punch. The 2 high school heartthrobs in the city were now engaged in a wrestling match with each other, destroying the neighborhood in the process.
"Watch out Scott!" yelled Hank when Clint picked up a mansion and dropped it on Scott.
"Yeah. Don't crush our house!" Scott said, much to Hank's embarrassment.
Clint grabs Scott by his wrists and whirled him around before letting go. Hank and Scott chase after the 2 giants but almost fall into the deep giant footprints. Despite the earthquakes and foot odor being distracting, Hank and Eric chase after Ray who tries to fire his maximizer at them, but keeps missing. Scott flies his helicopter out of the way of an oncoming pair of giant legs. Scott quickly grabs Hank out of the way just in time before their best friend's giant heel could crush Hank into a pancake.
The giants try to put their feet against each other's face as well as farted in each other's faces for a few long seconds and forced one another to smell each other's armpits. Clint has Scott between his legs but Scott escapes before Clint body-slams Scott. Clint then puts his stinky feet against Scott's face and pinches Scott's nose with his long sweaty, stinky, and powerful toes before commenting that this was what a real man smells like. At one point, Clint pushes Scott into a pool which floods the streets and send Scott and Hank into a tree.
Just as Ray was about to grow Scott and Clint even bigger, Hank fires some foam at the helicopter causing it to crash. Eric finally manages to successfully shrink Clint and Scott back to normal before everyone was escorted by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and had the entire thing wiped from their memories.
"Couldn't you at least make me a 7 footer or at least a several inches taller than Clint?" complained Scott to Steve who was putting Scott Lang back into his cage.
The pageant at the Groove, a day later
All the contestants were lined up waiting for the winner to be announced. Clint and Scott were standing next to each other, barefoot and in their underwear like the other contestants.
"Get ready to eat my dust," Scott said to Clint though a fake smile.
"Same to you," replied Clint.
The winner was neither of them which again lead to a fight between Clint and Scott in the background. Thankfully, the fight was on a much smaller and manageable scale.