Peter B | Clint Barton
"Fair point," Peter agreed - no tables, no need for manners, it was sound logic as far as he was concerned and well there were more important things to worry about these days than whether or not Peter looked like a dog with a bone while he ate for the first time since he'd shown up here.
He considered the guy for a moment, he could see where he looked like the Clint he'd been familiar with, but he could also see the ways he wasn't. It really would have just been too much good luck for him to have fallen through the portal back to his own life, it had to be this.
"That'd make you Clint, right?" He guessed.
Definitely awkward. But you know that was just a theme for Peter so nothing new here. "Guess I'm not quite what you were expecting when you latched on to Parker then." He wished for the spider gang again, they all had a level of shared experience that got past a lot of the awkward, here there was only Peter and well - there was no hiding all of him from this guy.