Peter Q: Or sometimes we play monopoly.
“Falcon,” Steve spoke into the comm, dodging a sledgehammer, “cover Hawkeye. I need him focused on taking as many of them out as he can. Hawkeye—”
“—Aim for the ones giving orders,” Clint agreed, notching an arrow, “got ‘em in my sights, Cap.”
Sam angled towards Hawkeye’s position. “Nobody touches the fledgling while Falcon’s watching the nest. Take that, suckers.”
“Thanks, Sam, you’re a real gift,” Hawkeye retorted dryly.
It was you and me together in that stupid car, riding around, smoking cigarettes. I think that was everything. I’m sorry. I should have known that you were one person who always stays. And you were my best friend.