"One day I will find the one who came up with the purple-rumor", Clint grumbled as they walked down the stairs. "Thinking about getting an all-purple uniform, just to satisfy people, you know. Unfortunately I think that would go against S.H.I.E.L.D.'s under the radar-policy."
He let Natasha lead the way since he wasn't too often in this part of the city but the next mall certainly couldn't be far. There was also a memorial on the way that he knew of, since one of the smaller Chitauri-bombs had gone astray down in a block of flats around here. But after all they had already talked through today, he thought, he didn't have much of a problem with that. The whole city was a fucking memorial to him.
It was a certain flyer they passed several times on the way, close to that small marble statue of a fallen alien warrior, that caught his attention. Only when he took a closer look, he knew why his instincts had been set on alert, even from the corner of his eye. The vague identikit picture held significant resemblance with his own face.
"Seems the network sweepers missed another conspiracy website."
His jaw tightened immediately, as much as his shoulders as if that massage just a few minutes ago hadn't even taken place. He really had hoped, this bullshit was off the table by now. Someone taking a few blurry pictures with a mobile phone from afar in Stuttgart, a few paranoids on the internet taking a too close look at certain footage from New York... And now, every few weeks he had to think of covering his face when he left the house. Sometimes he wondered if the council even wanted this crap to stop.
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He let Natasha lead the way since he wasn't too often in this part of the city but the next mall certainly couldn't be far. There was also a memorial on the way that he knew of, since one of the smaller Chitauri-bombs had gone astray down in a block of flats around here. But after all they had already talked through today, he thought, he didn't have much of a problem with that. The whole city was a fucking memorial to him.
It was a certain flyer they passed several times on the way, close to that small marble statue of a fallen alien warrior, that caught his attention. Only when he took a closer look, he knew why his instincts had been set on alert, even from the corner of his eye. The vague identikit picture held significant resemblance with his own face.
"Seems the network sweepers missed another conspiracy website."
His jaw tightened immediately, as much as his shoulders as if that massage just a few minutes ago hadn't even taken place. He really had hoped, this bullshit was off the table by now. Someone taking a few blurry pictures with a mobile phone from afar in Stuttgart, a few paranoids on the internet taking a too close look at certain footage from New York... And now, every few weeks he had to think of covering his face when he left the house. Sometimes he wondered if the council even wanted this crap to stop.