That was it, Clint was officially pissed. His mother was a sore topic, family in general was a sore topic, and to casually dismiss them like that effectively derailed any rational battle plan Clint had. Roaring, the cub launched himself at Loki's leg, fully intending on chewing through the god's Achilles tendon if it killed him.
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Date: 2012-01-18 07:23 am (UTC)