"I'm gonna be honest," Clint said, looking around the place a little shiftily, like he was about to give away a really great secret. Which, look, he was. Sort of. "I'm pretty sure I'm the better Hawkeye. So just like. Forget about that dude. I'm at least two point five times funnier and probably better looking. Can we call it a do-over?"
He shook the box of Pocky at Bucky again, like he was practically demanding the guy have another. Which, yeah. There was more where that came from and Clint was absolutely stocking up. "You're funny. Or at least, my you was funny. Sometimes. Er. You have the capacity for it? When you're not like, a man on a super goth mission to avoid washing your hair or whatever. Hey. Are you okay?"
Clint could just go on if someone let him. "Oh yeah. Cons are totally a thing. I've been to a few? Just to see. People don't really recognize me a ton. Wait till you see the fanart."