Clint fished out his phone, glancing around at the clones as he did. Fuck. Did he feel small. He handed it to Loki, “There. Take it.” He hated this, it was so much better when he had control. Loki was crazy, how the hell could he predict him? What would he even do? Kill him? Lock him away?
Loki looked at the phone, tempted to try to learn how to use it, but decided against that, choosing instead to snap it and throw it onto the ground. “Now that’s better.” He grabbed Barton’s shoulder and led him along, bringing him to a place that he had chosen earlier, shortly after he had arrived on Midgard, with the clones surrounding him. He had a plan, for this, now. “I do believe that an explanation is in order.”
He glared into Loki’s eyes, “You broke my fucking phone…” He shrugged the god’s hand off his shoulder, God he must have looked so stupid. What was he thinking? Clint let the tough guy act fade, searching Loki’s eyes. “Explanation…?”