Well now someone thinks I’m some sort of douche. The thought was brushed aside when she introduced herself. The woman looked familiar. He felt as though his mother had spoken of her before— and he’d seen her face somewhere besides the X-men. “Alison… Blaire?” He speculated, before extending a hand. “I’m James. James Drew-Barton.”
“Correct–Or Dazzler, whatever you prefer.” She added in a lighthearted tone with a slight shrug. Alison decided not to question his last name, she knew of both Clint and Jessica (though her and Jess should really be classified as something more along the lines of frenemies)“Pleasure, James, I’m sure.” She greeted.
