No Audio(I wake up in the middle of the night. I hear someone knocking on my door like crazy. In a matter of seconds I'm out of bed, with my gun in my hands. I know that the evil doesn't normally knock on doors, but I have enough enemies. I head down the stairs, letting my gaze wander through the room, but there is nothing suspicious. I walk towards the door and open it. The next second, I look at Clint Barton, my best friend. I sigh and lower my hands)
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