There’s a long string of cursewords rising up the stairs from the shop as Tony unleashes his frustrations, having managed to burn his finger yet again whilst doing a few upgrades to the suit. Popping it into his mouth, he sets his other hand on his hip and sighs through his nose-- until he spots Clint reaching the bottom of the stairs.
“Barton-- I could use a hand. Come and hold this piece for me.”
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