I'm tons of fun. How about, oh, I don't know, the actual targets in the shooting range? Or the drones I built for the training room? Romanoff?

[Clint, sweetie, he's deadpanning at you.]

Seeing as I'm the key party in this whole thing, I think I say. But no, go ahead. What'd you guys bet?

[You can't have a successful pool without currency. The magic closets make bets almost useless anymore... trust him, he's bummed about that too, sort of.]