Nnnnnnnnnoooooooo? [clint says, not sounding too sure of himself despite the fact that he honestly is.] I can't exactly give you a date or something for when iron became a thing but trust me it really really has. For awhile now.

[yeah pebbles, trust the sketchy adult you met in jail.]

And yeah, looks that way. [he adds, gesturing uselessly at the bandages wrapped around his head (and ears) for emphasis.] So do an old guy a favor and enunciate, would ya?