"You're sweet," Clint grinned, "And I miss you guys too, but I just can't yet, y'know? Gotta get things settled here before going back to the fighting supervillains gig. I mean, what happens if I get my stupid ass hurt again? You know how injury-prone I can be. Me hospitalized would not bode well for the sanity of the man that does my laundry. He doesn't like babysitting." And really, maybe Clint should stop leaving his laundry for Wong to do, but he threw out the shirts that got really stained so that the guy didn't have to deal with all that crap, at the very least.
"Oh, its exciting all right. Especially for that one," he replied, pointing at Diana, "Sometimes it's so exciting that the microwave explodes." There was a note of accusation in his voice, but Diana only giggled at him, as she normally did when he brought it up. He didn't know what it was with her and microwaves, but maybe they were just more sensitive to her magic for some reason. He looked back over at Carol and shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, maybe. Don't really talk to Thor much anymore, though. Not since Balder-- there's some residual issues there, I think." He didn't really blame Thor for not wanting to see him, or maybe it was just some unspoken mutual avoidance at this point. The truth was that he had played a part, however small, in Balder's death. It was something he couldn't forgive himself for, not even with the moving on, so why should Thor? He didn't plan to ever bring it up to Thor's face, because he didn't want to know for sure whether Thor hated him now. Stephen had said Thor wouldn't, more than once, but it was a risk Clint wasn't really willing to take.
He shrugged a shoulder again at her offer. "Yeah, maybe. Sounds like a good plan," he replied, grinning a little as she bent to pick up Alex. "Oh, he gets all that from Kate. Or Tony. I've seen baby pictures of Tony, and he was pretty adorable," Clint grinned, "I--er, yeah, he's...I adopted him. Kate didn't think she was cut out for the parenting thing." He realized belatedly that most of the others probably didn't know that tidbit, just that Clint had wound up with another munchkin somehow.
"Uh..." Clint hedged at her response, scratching at the back of his head. "I can do pasta, sometimes, and maybe fire up a grill, but my only real talent is for dialing the Chinese place down the road," he replied, "I mean, its really a miracle I ever managed to survive on my own."
