At that, everyone turned to look around, searching the passing crowds for Clint.
"Over there."
Bruce had already noticed the agent code-named Hawkeye breaking away from the group and heading to a nearby dart booth.
By now, quite a crowd had gathered around him. Every casual throw hit its mark; piercing two or even three targets in one shot was no trouble at all, drawing gasps from the onlookers.
Everyone exchanged knowing smiles. A true sharpshooter, indeed.
Seeing this, Tony made the call. "Since everyone likes different things, let's just split up into groups and do our own thing. We'll meet at the Amusement Park's central restaurant in four hours. That way, we can all do whatever we want without having to accommodate each other, and we won't attract so much attention by moving around in one big group."
Everyone nodded, unanimously agreeing to the suggestion. They went their separate ways, heading toward whatever attractions interested them.
Bucky paired up with Steve. The two old ice pops, both seventy years out of touch with the times, strolled leisurely through the park. After trying two gentle, relaxing attractions, they were debating where to go next.
Suddenly, people surged in from every direction, filling the entire street in an instant. Voices roared through the tightly packed crowd. The crush of people forced the two apart. Unwilling to hurt anyone, Bucky and Steve could only let themselves be swept along, helplessly carried in the same direction.
"Aaaaah! It's so pretty!"
As excited cries rose around him, Bucky finally understood what was happening-a float parade.
Apparently, park employees dressed as various cartoon characters rode decorated floats through the park, interacting with the visitors around them.
Everyone wanted to get a little closer for a better view. With people packed shoulder to shoulder around him,