"...You know I don't support the registry..." he mumbled, "And they didn't ask for volunteers, they asked for meta human volunteers. I'm not saying I want him to attack anyone, I'm just saying...maybe he's not all wrong in this instance."
He shrunk slightly under all the yelling, feeling it was his fault and he really should have just kept quiet.
His eyes narrowed after Barton, and he got to his feet with a quiet, "Excuse me."
It was only once in the kitchen that he grabbed the archer by his collar, gaze stern but calm, "Don't treat my sister in such a manner," he said firmly, releasing the fabric of his shirt and moving to leave.