[ Ah, yes. Regular old Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York, Earth, that's what this place is. You know, until you see all the posters and advertisements and toy fronts screaming about the Avengers - or various other superheroes. An apartment, actually, is where you'll be spat out into. An apartment roof, to be incredibly exact. And if you know where you're going, you'll find yourself at Clint's door, Apartment H, which he leaves open for visitors just like you. It's actually kind of a nice place. Clean, mostly, except for maybe cereal bowls or pizza boxes sitting out, a stray sock or two.
Clint might be out on Avenger's business (which means you're welcome to ransack his stuff), or he might be passed out on the couch. He might also actually be on the roof itself, with the rest of the building's inhabitants, gathered together around a grill. Either way, he's probably going to be happy and unsurprised to see just about anybody who walks through that door. ]
Clint Barton
Clint might be out on Avenger's business (which means you're welcome to ransack his stuff), or he might be passed out on the couch. He might also actually be on the roof itself, with the rest of the building's inhabitants, gathered together around a grill. Either way, he's probably going to be happy and unsurprised to see just about anybody who walks through that door. ]