Pietro makes a growling sound and falls on the bed beside Clint, who is laughing again, but not playfully as before in the training center. He is roaring like that Chris Evans actor after hearing a sexist joke. Pietro looks at him with irritation, waiting for this thunder to stop, but as soon as Clint is able to contain his laughter and regains the capacity of talking, he regrets it.

'There's a good reason, why there is 'quick' in your nickname', - Clint's jests are idle like they always have been.

'Yeah, and I still can't see why they call you Hawkeye', - Pietro responds, shaking his head and stretching out for a cigarette pack on the bedside cabinet. Barton's arm catches his on the move.

'Nope. I'm responsible for your training', - he sounds untimely conscious, given the situation they found themselves in. – 'Nick wouldn't be pleased to see you coughing your lungs out. As if you're not a complete disenchantment already'

'So, your life was saved by a complete disenchantment? So, it's not only true that all coaches are pedophiles. It's also true, what they say in the papers. You are the most useless Avenger, indeed'

'I'm clearly about to be kicked off the pedestal, if your pretty face continues the endless battle with every wall or column', - Clint smiles. – 'Or Steve's chest for that matter'

'That was a one-time thing', - Quicksilver weakly defends himself. Yeah, that unfortunate collision quickly became the subject of discussion in all ranks of the Avengers' employees.

'You'd better pray Stark won't take it for flirting, he is a keeper and obsessive that way'

Pietro lifted his head from the pillow, not being sure how to react.

'What do you mean?'

'That's a secret, by the way. And, for your information, it is noticing things like this that earned me this nickname', - Clint points at his right eye. - 'Nothing passes the sight…'

'Yeah, if we exclude flying robots, gunshots, Loki's mind controlling powers… But when it comes to cheap rumors about our associates, you're the best'

'Our associates? Damn, you get used to the team at the speed of light. Just like the way you…'

'Shut up!' – Pietro grabs his clothes and rushes out of Clint's room in a matter of couple of seconds. The next thing he knows is that his head has bumped into somebody's chest.

'Erm… You okay?' – Steve Rogers, the great Captain America asks from above his height.

'He sure as hell is', - a recognizable voice echoes from behind his back.

'Stark', - Quicksilver is trying his best to sound decently. Considering the fact, that he is standing in front of his new authorities (one of whom is the man he hated nearly all his life) wearing nothing but pants.

'Language!' – Steve pears at Tony, who raises his hands in surrender, staring at the man with such innocent eyes, he could compete with kittens on Instagram.

Ignoring their stares, Pietro runs past the two, dreaming of how he is about to get to his room and never leave it again.

Wanda was right. Socializing isn't his thing.