"I knew it," Clint says with amusement, even if it's a little forced, given the turn from the topic of himself. "Tony owes me money."

He feels like he can breathe just a little bit easier, and while he doesn't leave the kitchen, he does take a step back and lean, press, himself against a wall. "Though he'd probably argue that that's a lie since you don't ignore me or most of the shit that comes out of my mouth."