Clint and Open
So the thing was - the thing was Clint could have stayed back at the WCA HQ, and taken in the game on the giant TV's and just helped himself to the food in the kitchen and maybe even seen if he could convince JARVIS to give him good drink recipes and advice on how to mix them. But he hadn't. He had come to New York. To go to a Super Bowl party Thor's girlfriends apartment.
He had given up the west coast and the giant TV's for this.
Because he liked people. And because he owed Parker so he could kill two birds with one stone with this trip.
Holding his beer in one hand, he glanced around the place - food, food everywhere the eye could see. Covering all the places that he would have normally put his beer down on.
"Hey," he shouted this to the person closest to him - Clint didn't do inside voice. "Can you hold this, I gotta fill this plate." And he needed both hands to do that.