Whiskey, eh? Well it was better than nothing. Just as Clint leaned up to take a glass Wanda was up again. Running off down the hallway. Clint frowned as she returned. "Did you leave clothes in the wash?" As he leaned to the side to peer down the hallway skeptically. Maybe Pietro lived down there. Clint hoped not. Quickie was a notorious cockblock. Almost as bad as Steve.
"In a quinjet." He answered evenly to Wanda's question. He knew that sounded bad, but those things had an absolute ton of room. "They, uh, they hit the flat." Which was probably a bit more information then he should have parted with, but hey she was prying and she had healed him. Maybe she could ask a few questions.