Strange beamed and moved to where Clint was sitting up on the floor getting his composure. He gave the archer's head an affection pat, like one would a pet that had done a particularly pleasing trick.

Clint swatted the hand and snarled a curse at the sorcerer then focused on trying to haul himself to his feet.

Strange chuckled again and gave Jim a little run down of his natural... and frankly, frighteningly powerful, abilities as the Sorcerer Supreme. Everything from stopping and bending time, to resurrecting the dead, to creating and collapsing black holes and universes. He promised Kirk a safe return to his time when all was said and done. Not even missed from his ship.

Clint finally managed to get to his feet and was breathing slowly and steadily, his stomach settling. "Thanks again for all this Doc. Got you third base line seats to the Sox-Yanks. Chow included."