"Well, If it isn't Happy Hogan." Clint replied back with a confused frown. Was that Stark's old friend back there? How strange. He never expected this to be the guy Bobby had found out there. Wow. While it was good to see someone from his old life alive and well, it was still a little unnerving. Was he without a bite or scratch? Paranoia flickered in Clint's mind for just a second as he glanced from Bobby's face back to Happy's. God, he felt guilty at the thought.
In the mean time, he got up from his chair and crossed the room to shake Hap's hand. "Hey. Come on in and have a seat." Clint briefly paused then long enough to rub his hands nerviously through his hair and glance his wife's way once more. "Sorry Birdy, this is Hap Hogan. He was Tony- uhm, Iron Man's best friend. And an old friend mine as well. I knew him from the Avenger days. Hap, this is Bobby. She's my wife."