Levitating was crazy, and Clint decided that while it was actually pretty cool, he really wasn't made out for that kind of stuff. How all those X-Men managed it was really beyond him. He reached out to grab at Jamie's wrist just to keep himself from getting lost in the open space of the living room. It wasn't all that high, but no man was meant to take up a few inches of extra space where only air was meant to be.
"What's an acid pop do? I'm kinda afraid to ask." He readjusted himself so that he had his legs crossed underneath him -- which would probably not end super well when the candies wore off, but whatever. "Also no. I will not eat anything that claims it is every flavor. I need a new drink, though." Grabby hand gestures were employed.