Sticking with this older kid didn't really seem like a great idea. Finding Barney was a better idea. Barney never got mad with Clint stole stuff. Clint didn't respond actively, only thinned his lips into a serious, thoughtful expression before heading into the kitchen.
"There's pizza," he announced too loudly once he'd opened up the fridge and ducked down low so he was practically in the thing in order to look through everything on the shelves properly.