[Someone tried to murder her in the City, Clint. Yeah, they got her good. There are other scars along her back, mapped out in claw marks and faded now. The City's left her with more than her own war, at least visibly, but that isn't for now. She spins round to look at him, arms crossed, impressed.]
You're one to talk. If I knew you liked showing off so much, I would've asked sooner.
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You're one to talk. If I knew you liked showing off so much, I would've asked sooner.