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"Yes! And if she made some prints to sell, and if they sold well, people might start to understand, the big guy is as valuable as anyone else on the team. He's a BAMF superhero!"
"I could be standing on Hulk's shoulder, taking shot!" Clint said, getting excited again, the blushed. "Little much, huh? Sorry, I'll keep it classy."
"Really? This is usually the point Natasha rolls her eyes and leaves the room," Clint says, feeling sheepish. "I think having a fucked up childhood has made me want to have a totally fun and badass adulthood, which is weird, but hey, that's me!"
"Wow, that's, well rather deep really," Clint said, thinking of the childlike ways of the Hulk. Tantrums at things he doesn't understand and acting out when he's hurt. Makes total sense. He really was just a big giant kid trying to make sense of the insanity around him.
"Do you think we should have Tony build a Hulk sized rollercoaster? Because, one, totally fucking badass, and two, everyone should go on a ride at least once in life. Maybe a ferris wheel would be the safer option. Sorry, circus brain kicked in."
"It's not for YOU, Bruce," Clint said, rolling his eyes then grinning.
"Eh, he gets enough jumping around buildings, I suppose," Clint replied. "I guess I'll go find Cap and see if he'll loan me some sketches of us all so my friend can make a poster with the big guy in all his green glory." And if Clint ends up sitting on Hulk's shoulder grinning like a fool, that would be okay too. The Hulk with a protective hand resting on Bruce's shoulder. Yeah, Clint had many ideas already.
Clint winked. "You'll be the first to see, promise."
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