Clint Barton

Clint's door out of the Nexus is a very ordinary sort; painted white some time ago, it's had time enough to become a little aged, the brass finish doorknob also aged and a little loose but (thankfully) not heavily worn. A deadbolt and little chain are all that secure the strangeness of the Nexus, and Clint unfastens them with ease. It even has a peephole, as one might find on the inside of the door in an apartment building or a hotel. Opening it reveals, indeed, the hallway of such a building, with a few more such doors at intervals on either side of the hall. The Nexus door appears to be numbered only with an "8" which, at some point, lost its top nail and fell to one side, but got stuck halfway down on the paint. Humidity does some amazing things in Brooklyn.

"So, this is my building, and I swear that door wasn't here when I moved in," Clint explains to his new friend, closing up behind them. "I'm right up here, last door on the left."

Welcome, James Kirk, to the New York neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvens, in the summer of 2013.