"Snrk." Steve covers his mouth with a hand and bites down to stop himself from laughing out loud. His shoulders are trembling with the effort.

"Oh...oh noooo."

He takes a bottle of beer for himself and one for Matt, as the other doesn't seem to be able to do much more than sweat at the moment.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Steve asks Matt, bottle for each of them in hand. "Sorry Clint." Steve calls over his shoulder, shrugging. he did not think it would be this bad.