The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

With a little over a week until the wedding, Clint was finally getting around to the big task Kitty had asked him to take care of--figuring out where all of their guests would be sitting. Under normal circumstances, this would be awkward enough, but there were more than familial differences to take into consideration. Old teams, new teams, people who might want to kill each other in one universe but wouldn't know each other in another...

On top of everything else, the wind had stolen Clint's shirt, so he'd had to opt for sitting inside and spreading the guest list out on a table, with nothing but shamrocks on his chest and some pants. At least the shamrocks might keep him from getting pinched.

[Open!]