"Good job, Clint," Tony encouraged.
"He isn't a dog, Tony," Pepper frowned.
Tony shrugged and chuckled.
"Alright, ready to go again?" asked Steve.
"Yes, Mr. Steve," Clint beamed.
Steve took a blue Captain America frisbee and threw it to Clint, "Get ready."
Clint chased after it, "I got it!" but he missed and fell into a ditch.
"Clint!" Natasha flipped out and ran to Clint.
"Oops," Steve looked worried.
Clint stood up and held up the frisbee, "I got it, Mr. Steve!" Clint beamed.
"That was way too close, Cap," Bruce frowned.
"I know, even I don't know my own strength," Steve sighed, looking at his arm and flexing his hands.
"Look at it like this, Captain, Clint is happy and we are three steps closer to finding his brother," Vision explained.
"That's true," Bruce smiled.
"Clint, why don't we find a playground?" Natasha suggested.
"Yeah!" Clint smiled.
"Natasha, you and Bruce go ahead. Steve and the rest of us are going to find a place to eat," Tony called.
"No more 'Shawarma'," Steve begged.
Everyone laughed and went on their merry ways.