Clint watched the people scatter like ants as the monster attacked New York. Typically he stays out of these things, and lets whatever happens happen. But the avengers look like theyâre losing.
He rolled his shoulders, feeling the ache of holding back so much power. It had been centuries since he allowed himself to move as Set. He had given up that life to pretend to be smallâin the hopes of finding purpose.
But sometimes he misses the temples and sand.
âJust when I need to travel into dangerous places or across the countryâŚor ocean,â he mused. âOtherwise I take the subway or walk. I try not to tap into my power too often. I donât want the avengers realizing I exist.â
"Probably a good plan. Wait... you're not a bad guy, are you?"
He seemed too nice to be a bad guy, and Kate realized, maybe too late, that such a question could offend him.
"Sorry. There's no way, you saved my life. That was a dumb question."
Trying to save face, she surveyed the street in front of her.
As she'd half-hoped, the job she'd been worrying about was smashed to bits, a chunk of the front of the building gone.
