“So you called me ‘cause you… lost yer arrows?” He’s suited up for this. He got the call as he was getting ready to crash for a day straight, dropped everything to drive over to Clint’s apartment, and is now standing here, in the smelliest place in New York--and this is New York, so that is a feat--to help Clint look for missing arrows. Or something, Clint’s not really being clear.

“Alright kid, looks like you’re gonna be at a T-junction soon. Take a left, then hold at the next intersection.” They’d flipped a coin to see who would be going in and who would stay in the security office and guide the other. He’d lost (rigged coin, he’d bet dinner on it), and after disposing of the security grunts, had blueprints up on one screen with camera livefeeds on the other.

“Ah, fuck this.” His eyes are starting to cross, he’s been staring at screens so long. Tony could probably keep going, but they’re hitting a wall. It’s not gonna get less wall-ish by rereading shit they’ve already read. It’s time to walk, get their brains on other topics, and let it all simmer for a minute. Logan grabbed his jacket and grabbed Tony’s shoulder, wheeling him away from the desk.