Facial expressions are easy money at any poker table. They're playing a game of truth and ego. Matt isn't putting his cards in sight at all. That's not very sportsmanlike by any stretch.
Clint Barton is a hell of a guy. Throw in being an chef with world class archer, athlete and mighty hero. For Mr. Solo? They're on well enough terms. He's the kind of person you would want to have at your party, grill or not. Good, honest company. The same goes for Groot.
Schön is a special, fickle case. Matt likens him to a respected professor or eccentric artist. Both together.
And then...
Verity. Oh. Though it is an unexpected reaction to find. She's never a point of tension. Well, negative tension. Matt mouth twitches before he settles in a passive grin. "I try," he even has a shrug for that. Jeez, Murdock. "No, I'm actually a lawyer."
nnngh my own typo ah well.
Clint Barton is a hell of a guy. Throw in being an chef with world class archer, athlete and mighty hero. For Mr. Solo? They're on well enough terms. He's the kind of person you would want to have at your party, grill or not. Good, honest company. The same goes for Groot.
Schön is a special, fickle case. Matt likens him to a respected professor or eccentric artist. Both together.
And then...
Verity. Oh. Though it is an unexpected reaction to find. She's never a point of tension. Well, negative tension. Matt mouth twitches before he settles in a passive grin. "I try," he even has a shrug for that. Jeez, Murdock. "No, I'm actually a lawyer."