"Your name has been slated down as part of the Avengers Initiative – " Phil has to stop at the sheer horror that crosses Potter's face. "Yes?"

"Oh my god," Potter says. "You are making me part of that…thing these guys do?"

Phil takes it as an ominous sign when Clint perks up and smirks.

"Being a hero. Saving the world and all that," Clint says.

Disgust and horror war on the wizard's face. "That's terrible. Do I have to wear the uniform?"

Phil is usually faster than this. He just knows the two of them are playing with him. Still, he can't help but be drawn in their pace.

"Uniform?" he prods when Clint and Potter just trade commiserating looks.

"That colored Spandex. Stretchy pants?" Potter says, listing off things. "I mean, I do regular runs, but I don't think I can pull off a cape."

"Potter," Clint says sadly. "No one can pull off leather like Tasha. She's got arms for it. Perfectly sculpted killing machines."

"And Stark banned me from his lab. It was an accident!" he exclaims.

The archer disguises a laugh. "Kill one AI and they never let you forget it."

"I know!"

Phil cuts in before they can get going. "You wear whatever your people wear," he says. "And it doesn't matter what you wear, you'll be invisible most of the time anyway."

"So he can go naked?" Clint says with demented glee.

"That's terribly unsafe you know," Potter points out. Phil still can't tell if he's being serious or not. His face gives nothing away. No blush or anything. "Maybe I can go in my pajamas. Being a professional is such a pain."

"I'm with you, brother," Clint sighs.

They fist bump.

Phil rubs his forehead and tries to deal with the burgeoning headache.