“What if I don’t want to work with you guys?” Clint said. Wearing his magic helmet, he felt at full power. “I got my own plans.”

“I understand this,” Adam said, sitting behind a desk in the upstairs office. Dante stood by his side. “You will come to see that our goals and yours are compatible. Complementary, even. Anyway, we do not expect you to stop helping this city in your way, but to be willing to help us when the need arrives. We will help you as well.”

Clint folded his arms. “I don’t need help.”

“Everyone needs help.”