"Susa--" Clint almost chokes, but manages not to. Again, children's literature isn't in his normal register. So the names are just those to him, and having a bow in common doesn't endear Susan to him very much.

But then the questions roll in and he has no time to think, instead focusing everything on keeping up.

"Flying cars? No, not unless you count jets. Tony's got a suit though, it flies him around--"

At the mention of female agents, he smirks. "Sure. Our second-in-command is a woman named Hill, who's about as tough as they come. And my partner, her name is Natasha, she's the most notorious secret agent of all time. Most people call her the Black Widow."

His tone distinctly shifts when he mentions Natasha. It's warmer, almost wistful. And then he realizes that the longer he stays here, the more chance there is that he'll never see her again.

"Food?" Now, there's a safe topic. "Pizza, I guess. Or apples." He wonders if they're old enough to tell William Tell jokes.