It was midnight. At least, you thought so. That would’ve gone with the vibe of right now. You had just fought off some attackers; they probably did it because you had stolen some weird Ronin suit from a sketchy nearby secret auction. But you had help. Help that was now holding you against the wall of an alley, staring down at you angrily.

“Where did you get that suit?” Clint asked seriously. You knew he wasn’t looking for some snarky comment.