"Don't yell. I was the one who treated your wound, otherwise you would've bled dry long ago..."
Natasha raised her glass toward Clint.
Clint glared at Thor, who wore an apologetic look.
He picked up his glass and clinked it against Natasha's.
"That's right, thanks to you...
But the way you treat wounds is far more ruthless than killing people..."
Remembering Natasha's rough treatment of his injury, Hawkeye shuddered in lingering fear.
As he spoke, he took a large gulp of beer.
The icy, stimulating taste instantly exploded across his taste buds.
Foam clung to Hawkeye's lips as his eyes lit up.
He poured himself another glass and looked at Pietro beside him.
"Kid, you're fast. No fight, no friendship.
Come on, bottoms up..."
With that, he drained his glass heartily.
Seeing that the guy he had teased earlier was not holding a grudge, Pietro greatly appreciated his straightforwardness.
He flashed a broad smile, though his mouth remained unforgiving.
"Your eyesight... might need some training."
With that, he emptied his glass as well.
"Kid, you don't know who he is?
His codename is—Hawkeye!"
Tony found it amusing that Pietro had questioned Clint's greatest pride: his eyesight.
Pietro shrugged.
"Anyway, he failed to block my attack.
Captain's landing was much steadier."
Quicksilver's words made Steve feel immensely pleased.
He was deeply gratified.
Without comparison, there was no gap.
To be fair, this kid had a pretty good eye.
He raised his glass toward Quicksilver and took a big swig.
Clint's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
He really had failed to react in time earlier, so Pietro could hardly be blamed for mocking him.
But understanding that did not make him any less annoyed.
He could only turn his grief and anger into appetite.
He grabbed a spoon and silently scooped