Clint's lips thinned into a line and he gave a jerk of his shoulder. "Fair enough. Thing's on a timer or something, just trying to-"

The minute turned over and the pocket of oxygen and ozone sucked open around them. In a matter of seconds they were hurled through time and space to the past and the clinic office of Doctor Steven Strange on the edge of Alphabet City in New York.

Clint collapsed, dry heaving and cussing up a storm.

Never again... never...

Strange looked more than pleased and chuckled quietly at Clint's state before offering a hand to Jim.