With the arrival of the Pietro, Clint turned his attention away from Jan and Tony's ego to make his way over to the twins. It was Quicksilver's party after all. He had to go and greet twinkle toes. He marched over to the other side of him and gave him a good clap on the shoulder. "Glad to hear it pal. It's good to see you on your feet. Happy uh.. whatever-this-is. Can you have a drink? I think we got you some champane. Or are you on medication?" Despite their occasional bickering, Clint had to admit privately he was glad to see him well..not dead. Living in the same building with the guy had sort of endured him. Granted Barton could never admit this. No, not even on his deathbed. But it was nice enough seeing him out and about. Enough even to congratulate. That was safe.