Vincent blinks, bleary-eyed, before some of his ire stats to rise. "Now see here, I've learned to deal with a certain amount of criticism from you since taking on care of Audhild, but it's not up to you to decide whether or not I'm an Avenger. Today wasn't our best outing, but I--"

He falters, still frustrated.

Today had been a disaster. "I can... I can handle it." He says, clearly trying to convince himself. "I need to work to provide for Audhild, I need to go to school to ever advance there, and... the Avengers..."

He wants to say the Avengers need him, rather than admit how much he feels he 'needs' to be one, but he can't force the words out.