"You're not the boss of me," Clint said, eyebrows dipping down before he outright scowled. Still, he looked down at the newly shrunken--shrank?-- hearing aids before he experimentally stuck one into his ear. It wasn't quite right - was more uncomfortable than usual -- but most of the sound he'd been missing came back, a bit like a slap to the face. Even ill-fitting these ones worked better than what he was used to. He hummed, an awkward, loud sort of hum, just to see if he sounded right.
This was weird. All of it. But Clint was kinda used to things being weird and sucking by now, and he wasn't about to be cowed by some tall kid with a magic stick, of all things. Hell, the guy probably should have been used to things being weird too.
"How come no one adopted you yet?" He asked, a little bitter. "You've got powers." Seemed like a steal in comparison to Clint with his broken ears and who came with an older brother who'd punch people for him, if he wanted. And even sometimes if he didn't want. Where was Barney? He rushed ahead to get the door, just because he wasn't about to be treated like some dumb kid by someone he didn't even know.
The second the door was open, he was rather immediately bowled over by a very large and apparently affectionate dog.