As soon as they were inside and had snatched two seats in the back of the wagon for themselves, Clint reached for his smartphone and spent the next minutes staring at it grimly, ignoring his surroundings as good as possible.

The few messages he had to send everytime he was leaving town for more than a few days soon were done with. He even thought of telling his substitute to look into that damn generator and replace it if necessary. Couldn't get worse than doing overtime for a few months if the bill was too high.

Before temptation could come up to get lost in a new Angry Birds high score, he finally put the phone away and took a short look outside to see how long they had left to go. Couldn't be more than one or two stations, but of course they were passing another not even half way repaired block just this moment. Another of these neighborhoods where it was no use denying what had happened. Where even Tony's regular donations to help didn't seem to do much.

His jaw tightened and this one painful knot in his stomach was back immediately. But he forced himself to keep on looking at the scars of explosions and fires, to remind himself.