"And off his fucking highness traipses like a little bitch without even waiting to consider the other evidence," Nick muttered and glared at Clint's receding back. That arrogant motherfucker would get what was coming to him some day and Nick would be glad to see it. He stood up and, taking up the bag he'd brought with him, extracted a folder and another disk and tossed them onto the coffee table. "Disk's got clearer riot footage and different video of what I just showed you. In the folder is photos and diagrams and a report on a bomb we found outside a pro-reg senator's house. It's Quicksilver's work." Nick shrugged and gestured dismissively. He'd brought the message and the evidence and what they chose to do had no affect on what course of action he and S.H.I.E.L.D. chose. Nick bade them goodbye and turned to follow Clint's belligerent lead and extricate himself from the situation.