"It is one hell of a car," Clint says, grinning back at her.

It's parked in the multilevel garage tucked between his apartment complex and a few others -- the vehicles in it ranging from a couple stunningly colored exotic sports cars to a slew of Camry-equivalents and a few beat-up pickups.

On the second level, there's a sleek but somewhat out of place looking car.

Clint pops the hood open manually, holding it up for her to fit her suitcase in.

(It is, in fact, the trunk. He loves this stupid car.)