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Hermione	Hermione has improved so much since her first lesson with Steve. She keeps her eyes open when she punches things, keeps her thumbs outside of her fists, doesn't telegraph her punches, and follows through for more power. And that's just the things she learned on the first day! She has come to enjoy the days she gets to spend in the mansion, looking forward to when Mr. Stark tells her that she's been assigned a 'special task', their codeword at work that he wants her working on her heroing skills at the mansion She's dressed in the closest thing she has to a hero outfit. A white lycra tee and matching capri leggings with white sneakers. It all has a medium blue piping for trim. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail completes the look. This is what she wears as Radiance, at least until Tony decides he doesn't like it and makes her a whole new outfit. She practices with the heavy bag. The heavy bag that is specifically for the members of the Avengers that hit really hard, Steve, Thor, and now Hermione. It's hard to see her glow in the full light of the gym, but it's there for those that are truly keen of perception. She's been working for a little while, working on her kicks. She's still knew at this concept and is mostly working on keeping her balance while kicking. The easy answer would be just to fly, but she's been told she needs to know how to kick while on the ground first. It will make her kicks all the better when she does start doing them while flying.
Clint Barton	Clint Barton was early for monitor duty tonight, so after bringing some coffee up to the crew currently on duty, he gets changed and heads down to the gym to get a work out in. What he finds there instead is one of the Young Avengers working the 'really, really heavy bag'. Damn it, Tony had sent him the email with the kids names, he just, y'know, forgot to do more than skim it. Hmm, what was her name? Ah-hah! "Hey," Clint greets walking into the gym in sweatpants and t-shirt, towel thrown over his neck, and a water bottle in hand. "You're Radius right? Welcome to the team," he grins. Yeah, he totally got that name wrong.
Hermione	Hearing someones voice behind her, Hermione is happy for the excuse to stop kicking. Or rather, to stop trying to stop herself from falling on her butt. She looks to who it is and breaks out into a wide smile. "Oh my goodness!" she squeals, her smile looking like it might try and break her face. She thrusts out her hand at Clint. "Hello, Mr. Eye, Sir. It's a pleasure to finally get to meet you! I have to say, that I always thought you were very brave to be fighting with all these people with fancy suits and super powers when you're just a regular guy. Well, I mean, not regular regular. Just that... " She realizes as she is prattling on that perhaps she has stuck her foot in her mouth. Again. She does that alot when talking to the hero types. "I just mean that, well a lot of the team can... well, no flack vests needed. Not that you don't look good in one! I just... umm.... hi?" She deflates, pretty sure she's messed up and is going to have Hawkeye dislike her.
Clint Barton	Clint laughs as the words tumble out of Hermoine's mouth, it's not a harsh sound either, but it and his smile speaks of genuine amusement. "Whoa, slow down, breathe, you're going to pass out there," he says putting a steadying hand on Hermoine's shoulder. "First off, Mr. Eye is my father, you can call me Clint," he says lightly. "And second, totally fine to call me regular, "Third," he says withdrawing the hand now that he's sure she's not about to have a panic attack, "I am not sure I'd call it brave? Reckless, maybe? Or stupid, but yeah, that's me the regular guy who rolls with gods and guys in armoured suits," he says before he moves off to toss his towel over a bench and set down his water. "So, what's your deal? I mean why all this?" he asks meaning the whole Young Avengers life of a superhero thing. "I got to tell you, as someone who's been around for a bit, it's a rough road."
Hermione	Knowing Tony and Steve's first names was easy. Their personas are public knowledge. Heck, Hermione even has their baseball cards. And Vision and Thor don't have any other name. This is the first bona fide hero that Hermione has met that has a secret identity where she got to find out and the honor takes the starry eyed teen's breath away. "Clint," she repeats breathlessly. "Can I tell you something? I... when the movie came out? About the alien invasion and how you all saved the day? Umm... well, I didn't know who you were... and.. I thought your hero name was Hot Guy. And it made no sense to me. I mean, okay, you're kinda cute. For your age. But I thought there were way better names for an archer of your caliber. THen I got the poster and it has Hawkeye under the picture of you. And I thought that made a lot more sense... " She blushes as she explains, brushing a bit of hair over her ear as it strays into her face. She looks over her shoulder at the heavy bag when asked about why she wants to be a hero. "Well, I grew up with my Grandad telling me about Captain America. He served with him in that last fight before the Captain disappeared. I always thought you super hero types were awesome. Brave and heroic and ... well, truth and justice and the American Way and all that. So, when I suddenly started being able to lift more then all my brothers combined, I knew I had to use this gift for something worthwhile. I mean, being able to lift a tractor with one hand isn't going to do much good in Nebraska. So, I came here. I want to use what I was given for something good and right and true." Yep, this girl has drunk the hero propoganda kool-aid. By the sounds of it, she drank it all!
Clint Barton	Wow, and Clint thought /he'd/ been a bit of a superhero fanboy before he joined the team. "Yep, that's me. Though my neighbours sometimes call me Hawkguy," he offers with a slight grin, his identity, while not like Cap or Tony's wasn't all that secret. Still, always nice to make a fan's day. "Hm? Sure," Clint says when she asks if she can tell him something. The Hot Guy thing, makes him snort wondering idly if he could slip that one into his usual nickname rotation with Skye. Though he manages to keep his good humour when he his age and looks are questioned. "Wait, not that old, and heh, well I did think of going by Kinda Cute Guy but it wouldn't fit on the posters." He shakes his head before listening to her story. "Ah cool, so you got powers and thought you should help out. I can respect that. What else do you do? Beside the lifting thing?" he says.
Hermione	"Well, you're not old old! I mean, not like Mr. Stark. But you're like thirty something. So, you're sorta old. Old-ish. Old adjacent. I mean, it's not like you have any grey hair yet." She then tilts her head to look at Clint's temples, just to make sure. Nope, no grey. She smiles as he teases about the Hot Guy thing. She's used to that. She got teased about it back home in Valentine, Nebraska too. "Oh, me? I'm like a ... how did he put it... like a poor man's Wonder Woman. I'm strong, kinda tough. I can fly. Oh, and I glow. If the lights were off, you'd be able to see it. I'm like a really big candle."
Clint Barton	Clint grins as she goes on about their ages, "So, what you're saying is Tony is like gross-old, and I'm just so-so old?" he asks before pressing for quotable details, "But Tony, definitely gross old right?" "Strong, tough, flies, not bad," Clint remarks. "And sounds like your heart is in the right place too. Good start, but from what I saw when I got in here, your moves could use some work right?" he asks. He'd seen those kicks, and well, kicks worked best if it was the other guy who fell down afterwards.
Hermione	Hermione has to giggle as Clint talks about her boss/mentor being gross old. She looks around to see if Tony is anywhere to be found. "He's the same age as my dad. So, maybe not *gross* old, but like... getting kinda eww old. But he's nice. He's always trying to make sure I'm okay. It's sweet. It's like having a second dad around. And he's a wonderful boss. When I said I didn't have any clothes that were suitable for an office, he bought me a whole new wardrobe!" She sighs heavily when her lack of form is brought up. "I was a cheerleader in highschool! I never hit anyone in my life! Well, other then my brothers with a dinner roll, but that doesn't count. Mostly because my aim is terrible. I'm not an athlete! Okay, well, I guess cheer is sorta athletic. I can kick just fine when it's trying to get my leg in the air. See?!" She kicks and grabs her calf holding her leg to her ear and balancing. "That's easy! It's trying to hit something with the leg that throws me all off my game." She lowers her leg to the ground. "Got any tips?"
Clint Barton	Clint smirks "Ew old, huh?" Clint says, that'd do to bring up next time he and Tony talked. Though the other stuff, the stuff about Tony being nice. "Yeah, he's all heart sometimes," he says before adding quickly, "No pun intended. So you work for him over at Stark?" he asks. The wardrobe thing? Gets a nod, Tony liked to throw money around like that, he could do it, he was rich. The kick? Okay that was impressive, "Yeah, definitely a cheerleader kick," he remarks, before glancing around and then doing one of his own. "See? There, you're just throwing your foot up high and fast. You'll break your foot doing that, instead, put your attention into grounding your hips, like you're trying to sink into the floor, but your legs won't let you, then kick out with your foot like you're trying to hammer something with the ball of your foot." Clint takes a shuffle step towards one of the mere mortal heavy bags, and gives it a good solid kick. "Like that. See what I mean?"
Hermione	Hermione can see that smirk when she says that Tony is Eww old. "You're not going to tell on me, are you?" she says, that tone of voice saying that she doesn't quite trust Clint if he should say no. She nods her head though about her work. "I'm in reception, down in the lobby. I make sure people have appointments before they even get to the elevators and help them if they are lost and all that stuff. I'm like the receptionist for the receptionists, since each department also has their own reception that is just for them," she explains. She watches the kick and listens to the advice and thinks about it for a while. "I don't even know if I *can* break a foot anymore, but I probably don't want to find out, since I don't know how anyone would be able to fix it if it did." She thinks about the grounding, nodding her head. "So, act like I'm on the bottom of the pyramid?" Her feet part to shoulder width, already giving her far more support then before and she tries again. She hits the heavy bag and has to pull her leg back to its place quickly, but it was already better then when Clint came in the room. "Hey! I didn't nearly fall that time!"
Clint Barton	"Tell on you? Nah. Will, I be calling Tony, ew old? You bet!" Clint says before assuring her, "But he won't hear where I got it from." He makes a cross over his heart. "Ah not a bad gig, you know, for someone who's new ew or sort of old. Got plans to move up, or is receptionist's receptionist by day and hero by night going to be your thing?" he asks, as he turns to watch her kick. "Right, super tough, well, even if your foot can't break it will be a crappy kick as far as stopping power goes. "And I guess, I've never been in a pyramid, well, the people kind, but sounds about right," he says, and it looks it too how she spreads her feet to shoulder width to shore up her balance. When she lands the kick? Light applause. "Not bad. Before too long you'll be kicking people into walls like Cap."
Hermione	Hermione can tell that Clint had siblings. He was even likely an older brother. Yep, he seems that type. "How many brothers and sisters do you have?" she asks, curious now. "And you better not tell him, cause when I throw dinner rolls across the table now, they hurt," she sys, making a face at him and then smiling good naturedly. "I'm pretty happy where I am right now. I only ever finished high school, so I don't have the smarts to do much. But, I'm really good at being friendly, so reception seems sort of perfect for me. And it gives me lots of time to put on my super suit... well, my work-out clothes, really, and fly around New York and keep people safe. THe young woman literally bounces and grins as she is told she will eventually kick people into walls like the Cap does. "Do you think so?! He and Superman and Wonder Woman were always my favourites. They are the only ones I have posters of on their own. Everyone else is with their teams. Oh! I should totally get you to sign my Avenger poster! I have Cap's and Iron Man's autograph. Mr. Stark says that Thor can't write his name and Hulk is.... well, a little scary."
Clint Barton	Clint's brows raise at Hermoine's deduction. "That easy to tell huh?" he asks wonderingly. "And yeah, one, we don't talk much." The dinner roll threat? Laughed at. "I'll watch out for that," he promises. He gives a nod to the whole 9 to 5 thing, "Don't sell yourself short, I dropped out of high school and now look at me. See, this is why they don't put me in school videos like Cap," he says with a self-deprecating grin. "And your costume is work out clothes? Tony's slacking, I would have thought he'd have gotten you some sort of suit by now." "And sure, with practice, not to mention super-strength you'll get there," Clint says before chuckling when left off Hermoine's list of favourites. "Sure I'll sign it for you, and by the way, Thor can totally write, Tony's just messing with you."
Hermione	Hermione says, "Only because I have three brothers and two sisters myself. You act like my two older brothers do whenever they find out something juicy." A look of sadness comes over her features at the thought of losing touch with family, as if it's one of the saddest things she could imagine. Sweet summer child that she is. She laughs as Clint mentions being a school drop out and then about her outfit. "Mr. Stark keeps wanting to put me in something, but... I don't like the idea of showing off so much skin. It's not that I'm not proud of my body.... it's just... " She looks down at her very ample curves. "I don't want to be one of those super heroes that you're too busy looking at what they are wearing, or... well, what they aren't wearing." See, now that sounds more like Tony then the gentleman she claims he is. "Oh! I nearly forgot! I'm sorry. You must think I'm terribly rude." She shoots out her hand. "I'm Hermione. But you can call me Minnie. Or Min. And I've heard every joke you could make about my name so... Oh, and it's Radiance. Cause of my glow. Not Radius. That's like a circle or something, right?""
Clint Barton	"Rough being away from the family?" Clint asks seeing that sadness come over Hermoine's features. It was something he didn't share. His parents, his brother, he was better off without them. Well, okay maybe not his brother. "See, that sounds like Stark," Clint says about putting Hermione in something more skimpy. "Though I did mean more like his suits, tech stuff, guy thinks you can't do anything without it," Clint says. "And heh, the distracting costume thing is a bit old school anyhow, functional is more the thing these days." Clint shakes Hermoine's had, "Good to meet you, Min," he says going with that version of the name, it was easy to say. He flinches slightly when she corrects him on her hero name. "Radiance? Huh, yeah makes way more sense, because of the glowing thing," he says. Yeah, he definitely should have more than skimmed the email. "So anyone else training with you? I mean other Young Avengers? I've been sort of out of the loop with that stuff."
Hermione	Hermione signs and nods. "I always thought I would live and die in Valentine. Moving here was... I'm the only one in the whole family that ever left Nebraska. But, there are more people here like me. People with powers. I figured here, I could learn more how to use them. And I have. Like my glow. I know how it works now. Okay, maybe now *how* it works, but at least how to make it happen. But I miss my family." She laughs then and smiles. "Luckily, flying home to visit doesn't take long at all." "I'm nearly as strong as his suit is. Almost as fast too, if I have a full glow on. So having an Iron Man suit just seems silly to me. Now, something that keeps me warm and dry would be nice. I hate flying in the rain. The air is a little too thin above the clouds and I get all light headed, so I have to stay under them. And then I have to deal with weather. Like never fly in a thunder storm. That's a mistake you only make once." She shakes her head. "I don't know if there are any others. If there are, I would love to meet them. I would love to do more then just stop muggings in Hell's Kitchen. Besides, Hell's Kitchen sort of already has someone protecting it."
Clint Barton	Clint moves to lean against the frame of the 'heavy, heavy, bag', his nose wrinkles. "You were one of those lifer's huh?" Clint asks, "I grew up in a place called Waverly, Iowa, probably not too much different than Valentine, couldn't wait to get out. So much so, my brother and I took off to join the circus, no joke," he says knowing how weird that sounds, especially in the 21st century. "But, if you didn't get powers, you'd have been one of those kids that stayed, bought a farm, did the whole family thing?" he asks. Laughing, Clint says, "So plan on you sticking to the ground if Thor's fighting with us then?" he asks, with a grin. "Sound plan and I don't even fly. As for suits, warm is always good, also durable, I am not sure how tough you are but I am sure your workout clothes aren't as tough." Clint nods about the other students. "If there are, I haven't met them yet, but knowing Tony he'll round up a few. As for doing more than stopping muggings, we'll, first off, I'd say learn to kick without falling over, then, if Tony is good with it, you might be ready for something more challenging."
Hermione	Min nods her head and starts kicking at the bag, but lightly to just get the feel for the balance. "Yeah. What do they call it? LIMA? Lost in Middle America? That was me. All I wanted was to marry the mechanic's son and have a family. I figured Billy would end up owning the shop one day, so we'd be financially stable. And Billy was really nice. I still feel bad about breaking up with him to move here. I didn't know how long I would be here and it wasn't fair of me to ask him to wait. But, my sister Ginny says he's dating Rose Marie now, so I guess he's doing okay without me." She laughs at the mention of Thor. "Yeah, I'll just throw things at him from a distance. And you're right, the clothes aren't as durable as me, but they're also easy to replace." "So, is that where you learned how to use a bow? At the circus? Don't you ever worry about running out of arrows?"
Clint Barton	"Right. LIMA," Clint says, the term coming back to him. "Never really understood that kind of thinking, I mean, even if you did marry Billy, wouldn't you have wanted to see more of the world than Valentine, Nebraska?" About Billy's new girl, "Heh. I doubt it, he was dating a cheerleading superhero before, so, this Rose Marie chick has to be a downgrade," he offers in the way of support. "The idea, is to get some clothes you don't need to replace. My suit's made of all sorts of stuff that doesn't break all that easy, talk to Tony, he can get one made, and if not, let me know, I know a guy." Or well another guy. "And yeah, I learned at the circus, Buck, my teacher, we used to have a whole act and everything," Clint says grinning fondly at the memory. Sure, Buck turned out to be a jerk, but those were still good times. "There's some of our stuff on Youtube, search, Trick Shot and Hawkeye. Just ignore my outfit, please. It's a hideous davy crocket like get up. Don't ask. " The arrow thing? It gets a shrug. "It happens sometimes, but then I just improvise. Besides shooting arrows isn't my only skill, just my most useful one."
Hermione	Hermione lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "I hate to say it, but no, not really. I liked just being a hometown girl. Cooking and sewing and dreaming about having five or six kids. Of course, I feel kind of silly about it now. My room-mate says moving here was the best thing I could have done. She thinks that having kids at my age is worse then marrying at my age. She says I haven't finished growing up yet." She looks down at her chest again and then smirks. "I think if I grow up any more, I'll end up falling over on my face all the time." She shrugs about the downgrade. "Maybe. But, really, who wants to marry a girl that's way stronger then you? THat's got to be a little... embarrassing. He's probably happy that Rose Marie is there." She certainly has antiquated ideas of romance and relationships. "I'll talk to Tony again about the suit, but he keeps showing me things that look more like bathing suits then " At the thought of Clint dressed up like Davy Crockett, Min laughs again. "I bet you were cute back then, with your little coon skin cap and everything." She arches a brow when Clint says he can do more then just shoot arrows. "OOoh! Like what?"
Clint Barton	"Not to crap on your past or whatever, but it sounds like your roommate had the right idea," Clint says, "Getting married young is dumb, I know, I was young once and I had no idea what I was doing, so, I sure as hell wouldn't trust that person to pick the person I am going to be with for the rest of my life, no way," he says shaking his head. "My advice is to live some, find a guy that makes you happy, then worry about marriage and kids and all the rest." Not like Hawkeye is someone who should be giving out life advice to anyone, let alone about romance. "Or don't worry about them at all. It's not mandatory, is what I'm saying." Clint shakes his head, "I guess to some guys, maybe, I've dated girls with powers before, and wasn't a problem. Well, sort of, it wasn't the strength thing really, but that they had to be all careful with me, like I'd break. Felt bad about it, like I was the problem," he shakes his head at the whole thing. "Hey, we're not talking about the outfit," Clint says of his past, smiling though as he says it. "Hand to hand fighting, stick fighting, swords, throwing knives, throwing just about anything else, flying planes and a bunch of other stuff I'm not sure I can tell you about. It's for a another job."
Hermione	Min sticks her tongue out at Clint. "Hey, it's how everyone does it back home. Mind you, as my room-mate pointed out, it's probably cause we don't.... you know... till we're married. She says that if we just let ourselves do... you know... before getting married, we wouldn't be all so eager to marry in the first place." The girl is blushing up a storm and not making eye contact when she comes as close as she is able to talk about... well, you know. "But you just said it yourself! You were treated like you were fragile and felt like you were the problem. And you're not with those ladies any more, are you? So, you kind of just proved my point." She takes a deep breath and sighs. "I don't want to have to worry about any guy I'm with. That I'm going to hurt him when I hug him." "I'm not talking about it. I'm just picturing it in my head and thinking it was probably really cute!" She doesn't push about the stuff that can't be told. "I don't want to get you in trouble with your other job."
Clint Barton	Clint can't help but laugh at Hermoine now. "You mean, sex?" he asks her, expecting the blush to deepen. "You're in the city now you're going to need to learn that one," he says, before saying quickly, "The word, not-" he waves a hand, "Y'know." Now who's having problems saying words. "Anyhow, there might be something to that theory, if I had to wait until I got married, I'd have gotten married as soon as I could." Damn, the kid had a point. He lets out a breath, "Fair point," he says. "Well then, we'll just have to get Tony to invent Tinder for Metas for you then, find you a nice strong guy you won't have to worry about," he says. Honestly he's surprised Tony hasn't by now. "It was, well, something anyhow, not sure if I'd go so far as cute," Clint says. "And thanks, sort of government stuff, can't really talk about it, but point is, I do a lot more than shoot, so if my arrows run out, I've still got options. Might want to think about some training you could use if someone figures a way to take out your powers, or you're fighting someone on your level."
Hermione	He'll probably laugh more at her reaction. Her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth when he says the word sex. She shakes her head when he tells her she needs to learn about it. "I don't think I need to learn anything, thank you. I've seen the enough on the farm that I got the basic idea." Yep, the latina's tanned skin has a very rosy hue to it now and her ability to make eye contact is pretty much gone. The very heavy bag is incredibly interesting, apparently. She seems to feel a little better when he tells her she's right though. Until he uses the T word. She tilts her head to one side. "Tinder? What's that?" Is Clint really going to be the one to intruduce the sweet, innocent country girl to Tinder? Steve would surely disapprove. Once it was explained to *him* what Tinder was. She nods her head as Clint encourages her to expand her skill set. "Well, right now, I'm just learning how to fight. I know Thor's brother wanted me to learn how to use a sword and shield. He kept saying I was his shield maiden because I glow and he's the Lord of Light."
Clint Barton	Oh and Clint does laugh at her deepening blush, "Oh god, so not what I meant," Clint says, "Anyhow, yeah, just saying, learn to say the word, probably a good first step to the rest of it." How the hell did this turn into a superhero sex-ed class? "So moving right past Tinder, Balder said you should learn a sword huh?" Clint says, he gives it some consideration. "Might work, Wonder Woman uses one, but anyhow, definitely good to be more than a one trick pony."
Hermione	Since Clint didn't tell her what this Tinder thing is, Hermione makes a mental note to talk to Tony about it. Or her room-mate. The two do seem to be her main sources of information. "I can say the word if I want to!" she protests. "I just don't want to. And you know what I was talking about without me using the word, so clearly I don't need to learn how to say it." "And see, that's why I don't know if I should learn how to use a sword and shield. I'm already basically a weak version of her. I don't want it seeming like I'm trying to copy her. I figured I should learn to do my own thing. Heck, if I knew how to make all my cheerleading work for me, I could do that. But I don't think a super cheerleader would be very heroic."
Clint Barton	"Not even going to argue that one any more," Clint says letting the whole subject go for now. "Well I think Supergirl has the super cheerleader thing down already I think," Clint says mildly. "But I hear you on finding your own niche, could always try a bunch of things, see which ones fit."
Hermione	Hermione pouts and lifts her arms in the air as she gives up. "See? Supergirl is already a supercheerleader and Wonder Woman uses the sword and sheild and flies and is strong and tough. The only original thing I have is that I glow in a dark room! That's not very ... heroic." She pouts some more. "At least I want to try though. I mean, even if all I do is stop muggers, at least it's something."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, "You'll find your thing, besides don't undersell the strong and tough, I don't have that, and I make a difference, so will you," Clint says cringing internally at just how much he sounded like Cap just now. "And like I said, work on your skills and you'll be off muggers and stopping alien invasions in no time. Then people will be mishearing /your/ name in the movies," he teases lightly.
Hermione	Hermione looks up at Clint and smiles. Sure he sounds like Cap right now, but she thinks Cap is, as he would say, the bee's knees. "I'll keep trying and learning new things. The worst that will happen is I've learned something new that I never use. I'm sure you have skills like those." She grins at him at the mention of her name. "Like Radius?" she teases with a smile. She then rises into the air, a foot off the ground. "It's a shame the others aren't here, or I'd suggest a game of tag. Super tag. It would actually be good training, I think."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Oh yeah, tons of those skills, multiplication tables, stuff about the Declaration of Independence," he rattles off about useless skills before stopping and smiling, saying, "But you meant superhero skills, yeah, I have couple of those I don't use too much," he says grinning. "Like Radius," he agrees with a smile. "And hm, super-tag, could work," he admits. "Well, as long as arrows count." His watch beeps then, "Damn, monitor duty in five. I need to get going, but, it was good to meet you," he holds out a hand to shake again. "And we'll have to see if there's some way to work out the tag thing with the team. Probably outside of the city, y'know, to avoid the property damage."
Hermione	Hermione takes the offered hand and shakes it, being careful not to squeeze too hard. "It was an honor to meet you Hot Guy. And you're right. Tag near the city would be a terrible idea. Especially if the Hulk is involved. Actually? Maybe he shouldn't be invited? Because I don't think he knows the difference between a game and ... an alien invasion."
Clint Barton	Clint shakes her hand, grateful for the care she takes with not crippling him. The name get's a laugh, "Likewise Radius," he teases back with a wry grin. He lets go so he can go get his stuff. Over his shoulder he laughs again. "Good idea, no city and no Hulk. I don't want to the last thing I hear to be 'Hulk tag!'," he says with a grin.