This girl was going to give him a heart attack. First because she was blonde, second because he didn't know her, third because those stunts meant she was athletic as all hell and Hawkeye would probably get licked by her and not in the fun way, should it come down to it. Thankfully, y'know, thankfully, there didn't seem to be aggression on her part. You know, if he's reading her right.

It's her words that deliver the punches. Cameras that well hidden? No, they're huge. Film reels alone were about the size of his head and the blasted noise the contraptions made-- he'd filmed before. He knew that noise. Hidden in clouds? Hawkeye's lips curl up a tad. "You're kidding me." In clouds? Nah. "Pulling my leg," he offers again, hoping she'll give in and just say so herself.

The perfect spectator sport.

Crestfallen can't begin to describe him. A pageant. An honor. Yeah. Yeah, it's entertainment. Violence-- he doesn't get it. If he looks like he's hit a daze, he has. "Candyland?" No, no, no. "I can't believe I missed that." He loves people. He hates people.