"He's a nice guy," Clint asserted, though that opinion definitely had more to do with his recent experiences with the god than it had to do with what occurred in New York. "I'm sure you've found that out on your own, though. Dr Foster certainly found herself a keeper. I mean... if that sort of thing works in this day and age. I don't know how Asgard works but I wouldn't be surprised if it's super Jane-Austen-y."

At the fact that Darcy was still unpaid help, he had to laugh and shake his head. "You could probably get work here, if you want," he said. "And they'd pay you money. I mean - after New York, I kind of wanted to take a break, so I'm not doing much. And I've actually got a sick amount of money in the bank account which only ever gets spent on pizza and beer, so. But if you wanted to work I'm sure you could. Hanging out here is fun enough.

He shook his head again. "I don't really talk to the others from New York, except for the cute little redhead, not sure if you ever saw her. It does make it easier, though, to be here. I don't have a lot of friends, normally."