Clint Barton (
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Different universe, then. He scrutinizes the costumes on display. In the back of his mind, he can't help but think that the black-and-white scheme is garish and non-practical--but, then again, he doesn't really have room to criticize. He wore a bright purple and blue costume for most of his career before he realized it'd probably be more practical to dress a little more low-key.
He doesn't react when Slade mentions Jericho. It's not something that Joey has mentioned, though the two have definitely implied some sort of excitement in their respective lives.]
No wonder everything's so shiny and hi-tech.
[Could this be a test, then? Better not make too many assumptions. Clint doesn't know how much Slade actually knows on him, and he doesn't want to give up any additional information. His current strategy is just to act dumb and pretend he doesn't know shit--at least, until he finds out exactly what's going on.
Maybe not the best strategy, but, hey, it's made people underestimate him before.]
Superheroes in New York? Huh. What'll they think of next?
[When Slade is finished changing, Clint glances back towards the nephilim. He waits for him to exit the changing room, then follows closely.]
Seems kind of lonely, being in this big headquarters all by yourself. Got anyone else living here?