Hawkeye snorted at the obvious amount of milk leaking from his face. He wiped it clean and then glanced back over at her. He raised an eyebrow at her words but didn’t say anything immediately. Oh Wanda. What kind of pickle were you in? He could certainly emphasis with pride getting in the way of things, but he wasn’t going to just give up like that. He should be delicate, well, for him. “Bullshit. I’ve got an arrow for every problem.” He almost asked if it was Magneto again, but something made him hesitate. He didn’t want to dig at another ulcer if there was already one flaring up. “Come on. What’s bothering you?”