"Here" Clint took the beer the kid held out to him with a muttered thanks. He took a swig and looked at the kid - Jason - as he sat on the stool next to him. Jason cleared his throat, "look, man, I am sorry about...all that." All that meaning the multiple bruises Clint was now sporting. Not that Jason was completely free of injury. "It was an honest mistake though really, all that purple and bow and everything. You do look kinda villain like."
Clint sputtered, spitting beer on the bar and earning a dirty look from the bar tender. "Says the guy in the red helmet! I thought you were the red freaking skull when you started shooting. Which maybe you should only start doing after asking questions." The two men were silent as they contemplated their drinks, both avoiding eye contact with the mirror behind the bar.
Jason heaved a sigh and took a deep swallow of beer emptying the bottle. "Shit. B's gonna be all over me if he hears about this". Clint nodded.
"You think Batman's bad? Try looking Captain America in the eye when he's got his disappointed face on."
The two men clinked their bottles sharing commiserating looks.