@daisyquakesâ ||Â âYou look suspicious.â
Clint blinked rapidly. He glanced down at himself. âIs it the pizza stain on my shirt?â he asked, groaning. âI knew I shouldâve changed, but Lucky was adamant we go out right this second,â he said, shooting the dog a look. Lucky winked back up at him, wagging his tail. He did also have a weapon on him, a small dagger up his sleeve, but what were the chances she could see that? It had to be the pizza stain. Clint doubled his grip on the leash and narrowed his eyes, studying her. âI know you,â he said. âIâve seen you in SHIELDâs database. Quake, right?âÂ










