Clint: *lying on the ground, wearing sunglasses*
Steve: Clint, do you want a drink?
Clint:
Steve: Is he sleeping?
Bucky: Nah, he's unconscious. We were playing with a frisbee-
Steve: My shield?
Bucky: Yeah your shield and I knocked him out so I put sunglasses on him in case someone thinks he's dead or something
Steve: Could he be dead tho?
Bucky: I mean maybe

































