He's changed since the last time Clint saw him, earlier, downstairs, both in demeanor and in clothing. Gone is Natasha's quiet but charming manager, replaced by a stone-faced killer, the metal of his arm exposed where his suit had covered it before, a rifle in hand, trained on the door as it opens, and a collection of combat knives at his belt. He doesn't seem surprised to see Clint standing there, loaded for bear, either -- instead, he's ready for it, reaching for the gun with his cybernetic hand. If he can get a hold of it, he'll crush it; if not, at least that will protect him from being shot in the head.
Natasha, meanwhile, seems to hesitate behind Clint, torn. If nothing else, she doesn't immediately start shooting.
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He's changed since the last time Clint saw him, earlier, downstairs, both in demeanor and in clothing. Gone is Natasha's quiet but charming manager, replaced by a stone-faced killer, the metal of his arm exposed where his suit had covered it before, a rifle in hand, trained on the door as it opens, and a collection of combat knives at his belt. He doesn't seem surprised to see Clint standing there, loaded for bear, either -- instead, he's ready for it, reaching for the gun with his cybernetic hand. If he can get a hold of it, he'll crush it; if not, at least that will protect him from being shot in the head.
Natasha, meanwhile, seems to hesitate behind Clint, torn. If nothing else, she doesn't immediately start shooting.