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I don't know, but people where T-Shirts with Iron Man and Cap on them, it's only a matter of time before you show up on them. You're a hero, a superhero. It's only a matter of time my friend.
Now you're talking. Oh, and Posters! A Hulk poster would be totally cool. Do you think I could talk to the little man for a minute?
Clint tosses Bruce a pair of pants and waits from Bruce to get dressed. "Unpleasant, and rather awesome," Clint says, grinning. "One, he let you come back when I asked him, and two, he has some serious feelings in that big heart of his."
Clint was totally going to have a Hulk shirt made to wear around the Tower. In fact, he was going to have one made for everyone, help the Big Guy feel like part of the team.
"I'm already working on that," Clint assured, even if the plan was only in his head. Anything he said to Bruce, the Hulk would hear. "He's a fucking hero, and soon the whole world will know it's true. Have you ever noticed I have a big mouth?" Clint grinned.
"It will help and give the big guy a very much needed self esteem boost," Clint said, nodding. "Me and my big mouth, we're going to do such wonderful things." The smile on his face was almost angelic, which is really when people should worry.
"Hey, trust me. I wouldn't do anything that would hurt him, alright? I promise." Clint crossed his heart and his voice was sincere. "He's my friend, Bruce. I'm just trying to take care of him."
"Trust me?" Clint asked softly. "I promise, I would never do anything to hurt him. Ever. He's my buddy, I'll be careful and go slow."
Clint squeezed Bruce's shoulder with his hand. "I won't do anything, it's alright. I just had an idea, but if you don't want me to do anything, I won't. You're the boss," Clint said, resigned.
"I have a friend, she does amazing sketch art, colored pencils, that kind of thing. I was just going to have her to a poster of the whole team, all of us together. If you like it, maybe you can put it on your wall so the big guy can see it and remember he's on a team of superheroes."
Clint scuffed his foot on the ground and rubbed the back of his neck. "Too much?"
"Brilliant! That's even better! I know Steve's too humble to do the kind of scene I want, but his sketches will help her get everyone looking right. So you're okay with it?" Clint asked, getting excited again.
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