[So it's an ongoing, unsurprising thing, that newbies aren't told all the details. She is also, he notes, not telling him all the details in spite of her grumbling.
She's also got her accent back. He won't say anything about it, but she'd been mostly defaulting to her American accent for long enough that it's easy to forget that's not how she normally sounds.
She looks at children. He looks at his work. Poor bastard was mostly done as it is; Clint doesn't feel bad about leaving the rest for scrap. For the other critters, maybe. Or for someone's offering, he guesses, if they're that desperate. She's easing into this. The Captains America are here. And Steve, yeah, Steve's an interesting spot. A little sore, but Clint's never been one to hold a grudge or to decide not to understand where someone's coming from. Steve saw an opportunity, and he took it. Can't fault him for that. It's the not saying anything after that doesn't feel great. Though he's also pretty sure when he sees Steve, he's not going to be a frail-looking old man.
And Sam's a good man. Makes sense. Wanda makes sense, powerful magic user. Steve makes sense, in his prime. Clint is less certain the choice of himself makes too much sense, but he's not going to argue about it just yet. None of the names are enough to warrant an overabundance of caution.
He chucks the rest of the bones in one bucket, the rest of the offal in another with the parts he can't find use for.] I'm gonna wash up, and then you're gonna tell me whatever it is you're afraid to tell me. [A glance at her to catch her eye.] And we'll catch up, too. Sound like a deal?
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She's also got her accent back. He won't say anything about it, but she'd been mostly defaulting to her American accent for long enough that it's easy to forget that's not how she normally sounds.
She looks at children. He looks at his work. Poor bastard was mostly done as it is; Clint doesn't feel bad about leaving the rest for scrap. For the other critters, maybe. Or for someone's offering, he guesses, if they're that desperate. She's easing into this. The Captains America are here. And Steve, yeah, Steve's an interesting spot. A little sore, but Clint's never been one to hold a grudge or to decide not to understand where someone's coming from. Steve saw an opportunity, and he took it. Can't fault him for that. It's the not saying anything after that doesn't feel great. Though he's also pretty sure when he sees Steve, he's not going to be a frail-looking old man.
And Sam's a good man. Makes sense. Wanda makes sense, powerful magic user. Steve makes sense, in his prime. Clint is less certain the choice of himself makes too much sense, but he's not going to argue about it just yet. None of the names are enough to warrant an overabundance of caution.
He chucks the rest of the bones in one bucket, the rest of the offal in another with the parts he can't find use for.] I'm gonna wash up, and then you're gonna tell me whatever it is you're afraid to tell me. [A glance at her to catch her eye.] And we'll catch up, too. Sound like a deal?