[Redwing's interference makes his feathers puff even further, wings giving an indignant little flap that's just enough to bop some bargoer on the back and make them spill their drink. Clint only makes the barest of apologetic looks, pulls his newfound wings back in, and makes to get away from that incident before he ends up having to pay for that thanks.]

Yeah? Then it's kind of a shit simulation, isn't it? [He points at Redwing.] You're gonna be a rotisserie if you don't delete that, KFC. [Look, Tony isn't around to hog all the stupid pithy nicknames now-]

Guessing it's not normally full of drinks with surprise body parts.