Not just another dude with a bow

There wasn't a whole lot that Clint had answers for at the moment. He didn't know why he wasn't plastic anymore, he didn't know how Fandom had gone back home, he didn't know if his friends were okay... but he did know that his brilliant action figure self had left Lexi home alone with the freaking dogs to protect her when he went off to the junkyard, and he couldn't rush home fast enough to get back to her. Thankfully, she'd been asleep when he got back to the house, but he was still apologizing to her as he headed back through town with Lexi wrapped against him in a baby sling.

"Your mom and I are the worst, I'm so sorry. I'm really hoping you're too young to remember anything right now, or I'm going to find a way to make all these bad people that keep messing with us pay for your therapy."

[Mostly for the wife, but open if anyone else is still awake and wants some SP!]