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Clint and you where on a plane, on the way to the Battle Of New York.
You slide your bullet proof vest, over your skin tight black shirt, and fixed it to fit you. You loaded your pistol and placed it in your holster on your thigh. You finished placing knives, and ammo along your body and looked over at Clint.
"Are you gonna get ready Barton?"
"Why get ready for something that I've been ready for." He replied, looking at you.
"Smartass." You mumbled, placing a hand on the rail above you.
