"It's okay," Billy said with a grin. "I've actually been getting that alot lately." He walked over to his bag and rummaged through it until he found the sandwich he'd packed.
"Well," he started again as he unwrapped the plastic wrap, "you've not shot me yet, and you didn't want all my money... so I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're one of the 'good guys'?" The statement/question was kind of rhetorical, though it was difficult to tell with all the superheroes in New York. Not that he knew a whole lot of them personally. Just Kid Flash, and he wasn't even from New York. Which reminded him, he needed to text Bart and see if he wanted to hang out sometime. He liked the kid, even if he was a bit hyper.
Realizing that he had just lost himself in his own train of thought, Billy looked at Hawkeye. "My name's Billy." He took a bite of the sandwich as he walked back toward her.