Hawks shifts just a little, still there with his arm around David. Their legs touch. They don't have to, but that other point of contact is nice, too.

David's pretty perceptive to ask that. Does Hawks ever really chill, or is it just an act for fans, the press, the older heroes? He's not even entirely sure. Things back home have been pretty nonstop since the Nomu first showed up, so he's been constantly going. They all have.

And here, he's just not sure what to expect, so how can he turn off?

He shakes his head.

"I'm chill as hell right now," he answers, which isn't exactly answering the question. "Aren't you?"