"Turquoise is green!" Isn't it? He was pretty sure it was in the green family somewhere and to be fair, in the lighting of the venue the color had looked a little darker. This was what they got for rushing a job that should've had clear surveillance photos. Which he would be the first to tell Coulson, you know, during the inevitable inquisition that would come after a botched mission of this magnitude.

"I'd listen to her," Clint said, leaning against a chair and regarding the man in front of him. "You don't want to make her mad."

"My people will kill you for this."

Clint sighed heavily. "And your people are?"