The rattle of door handle was about all the warning the twins got. Clint stepped into the apartment a moment later walking in with a large black box. He'd been out gathering the components that went into his trick arrows. The pressure tips required a bit of workmanship and since being an active Avenger meant going out to fight crime at any hour of the day he had to be ready. Naturally over the years he'd gotten rather good at assembling his arsenal. That still didn't excuse the tediousness of replacing spent arrows. Going out and re supplying was an everyday chore and just part of the job. "Hey. I'm back." Barton called out as he went off to his room to drop off the heavy box. "What's going on here?" He asked looking around. He frowned at the sight of Pietro but decided on saying nothing. Wanda looked happy about something and he didn't want to ruin it.