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"You know we have those rules for a reason."
"I know, I know. You don't have to keep beating my head with them."
"Seems like I do or this wouldn't have happened."
"You sound so sure of that, Cap."
Steve glanced over at Natasha, who stared at him cooly and shrugged her shoulders before he turned back to stare at Clint stuck to Iron Man with a giant ball of gum as Tony glared silently through the helmet. Clint grinned back at him as he made a little 'whoops' gesture.
"I honestly thought that we could handle those guys without backup. How was I supposed to know that they had this in their back pockets?"