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Clint didn’t ordinarily go out and about on patrol, not these days, not when he was so far from the apartment block to which he had dedicated his life. But, he’d got a tip-off about the town from SHIELD, and so he was out and about, in-costume, with his bow, yawning as he was prone to doing generally. He didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone on this particular rooftop, however, as he paused in his journey. The tip wasn’t going anywhere. He could afford to shift uncomfortably and try and fix the wedgie he’d managed to give himself.














