"You will no longer have company, Boss."

Tony ground his teeth. His next shot clipped the last target. He adjusted the settings on the rifle and rotated his head just enough to make his voice project. "How long have you been on the scent, Air Bud? Thought for sure you'd try and put those retrieving skills to use." Another shot. Another clip. He swore and lowered the weapon. Thor merely being there was sapping all of his focus.

"Screw it. I'm taking a biscuit break. Join me. Or not."