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A blonde tuff of hair peaks out at the back of the couch in the dim-lit room of the avengers living room compound. Lion King flickers across the screen.
Mufasa: "Scar! Broth.." The lion's paws keep slipping from the cliff, barely hangs on." Clint wraps himself further into a wool blanket with popcorn in hand," Brother! Help me!"
Scar looks disdainfully down, and then suddenly latches onto Mufasa's forepaws with claws extended. Mufasa roars, primarily from the sudden pain of Scar's claws, but no doubt also due to the sudden flash of realization. His expression slowly changes to one of horror as he recognizes Scar's intent.
Scar: He slowly and evilly," Long live the king".
Popcorns jerks out of Clint's hands when Loki pops out of thin air in front of the television with a book in hand.
"Loki you're covering the best part!" replied Clint rubbing his eyes.
"The best way for little's to keep being healthy is a good night's sleep " Loki flips through the pages still covering the view of the television. Loki has been pardon with House arrest to Avengers Compound. He has found a new hobby called redecorating and stalking Clint. The living room on Clint's floor is" little" proof to New York Standard. High Cabins lock with complicated colorful rubber. Clint's bed has metal bars now similar to a jailhouse. Strangely pots and knives are disappearing from the avengers compound. The only good that has come out of redecorating is the marshmallow snakes and bird toy that are increase everyday cover up the red carpet floor.
"baseline can survive without sleep" Clint shoosh his hand at Loki while yawning.
"Baseline? Clint your..."
Elevator dings as Tony walks out with Starkpad in hand tapping away "Clint! breakthrough with the Adamantium bow. I need you to test...whoa am I interrupting something" wiggling his eyebrows.
"Eww" Clint climbs to nears vents that lead to Tony lab.
Loki rolls his eyes. "The best way is to ask is over lunch. That is what Strange did. I turn out fine".
"If I need advice I would ask Thor"