Bartons
"How many do I have to patch up?" - Laura spoke with a hint of a laugh while massaging Clint’s very tense shoulders.
"Just me"- he replied - "The other are patching up themselves”
A brief moment of silence...
"But Nat hurt her foot"
Laura smiled, half concerned half glad it had been just a foot - "I'll fix it for her"
“And Tony’s got a black eye"
"I’ll take him a beef from the fridge"
It was Clint’s turn to laugh -"I ain’t wasting meat on him"
"And the twins?" - Laura worried. She loved the twins as if they were her own.
"Scratches and bruises" - Clint told her calmly - "And Wanda almost got her arm broken”
Laura’s eyes went wide - "How did that happen?"- she ceased the massage.
"Don’t worry, she’s fine.” – Clint assured – “She kinda arm wrestled a dude that was shooting at Vision, insulting him, something like that”
"I’ll take her bag of ice”
“Ice, yeah. The kid and her robotboyfriend gotta cool it down” – Clint laughed, but it didn’t last. Laura put a little too much pressure on a fresh bruise.
“Don’t start it”