As far as dads went Francis didn't think his was too bad. The Barton family, as a whole, didn't seem too fond of seriousness or maturity. If Clint had been on the other side of the door when Isaac knocked he probably wouldn't have said anything. Then again, Francis couldn't be sure how Clint would react. He was the archer's only son. It was likely that, whatever he did, would be slightly embarrassing. It was a Hawkeye thing.
"Well..." He said as he joined Isaac out in the hallway. "I guess you really get to know a person when you're running for your life... and then cowering behind cover somewhere." He shrugged. He'd met some of his best friends while laying low in ditches. He just never considered that it could count as a date. "But, hey, I'm easy to impress then. You don't have to work at it if you don't want to and I'll still think it's the best date in the history of the world." There were perks to dating an orphan from a dystopian future.