"No, it's not." Clint paused there and eyed Pietro slowly. His eyes drifted to the floor with a forlorn gaze and he just sat there quietly for a moment. Was it clear enough that he really had been hoping it would? No matter. At the end of the day, Pietro was just a fucking imbecile. A self absorbed untrustworthy prick with daddy issues. It kind of made sense in a warped way. Quicksilver was a twin. Everything decent went into Wanda, and this clown had to settle for the leftover trash. "I never intended to argue about this. I just wanted to figure things out. I thought if I just sat you down and talked then we'd.. I dunno find a way to make you a hero. But, that's not going to happen. That tower outside is rubble and nothing is going to bring it back."