Clint Barton was a decidedly dramatic little shit when he wanted to be. And that's what he had chosen to do today. He woke up, and he chose violence. In the form of irritating one of his best friends.
Jack was sitting at the breakfast bar with Steve and Bruce when he spotted her. The blond archer had decided that his best course of action would be stealth and speed. So, bringing up the Nerf gun, and taking aim, Clint let the foam bullet fly. From his perch in the vents across the living room, he could see her freeze up, tensing mid conversation.
Steve and Bruce looked around, wondering where the foam projectile had come from. However, Jack's gaze landed on Clint instantly. He could feel his asshole retract up into his stomach from the heat of her glare.
"Clint," she growled through clenched teeth. "We've talked about this."
All while reloading his weapon, Barton easily replied with his usual sass, "Yeah, well, I woke up today and chose violence!"
"Do it one more again. Watch what happens," Jack warned the archer.
Needless to say, Clint did not in fact heed her warning. That second bullet wasn't worth it in the end. Especially since his dramatic ass decided to fall from the vents after being 'shot' in the head by the ebony haired woman.
Hawkeye deserves some love, too, damn it! Plus, he's the comedic relief! We love that shit!