Well, apparently all of my best friends hate eachother.
Particularly my husband, who beat the heck out of Clint a couple weeks ago. Put him in the hospital, even. I spent all the next day scrubbing blood from my kitchen.
Thank you. That means a lot, coming from you. Very, very happy with him. He is the sun in my sky and the only thing...
Hm. Very well, I shall respect your decision, Rogers. …as in the child of Magneto? I see. Are you happy with him? I will...