Clint is the best cupid there's ever been, even if he does keep skipping out on his real work to fuck around with a bunch of people in costumes who are 'saving the world' or something. And it's not like he doesn't work even while he's goofing off. Tony and Steve? Natasha and Agent Hill? Fury and his eye patch? Yeah, those were all him, baby.
But then he gets an assignment to shoot Phil Coulson full of love for the pretty little brunette in R&D who's supposedly his 'soulmate', and for the first time in his entire career he misses and no one can explain why, least of all Clint.
ETA: I'm officially writing it. WTF. >.<
But then he gets an assignment to shoot Phil Coulson full of love for the pretty little brunette in R&D who's supposedly his 'soulmate', and for the first time in his entire career he misses and no one can explain why, least of all Clint.
ETA: I'm officially writing it. WTF. >.<