"I tune him out a lot better than you do. He's not a bad sort. Just a nosy, talkative little shit." Stark was removed from the Avengers list for good reasons, but it's apparently all worked out in the end.

Clint's quick and efficient about the cleanup, because he needs something to do with as much gusto as possible and also so he can leave faster. And it feels bad. To need to leave. Because this should be a safe and comfy place. Except there's talk about him and thinking about him and Clint has talked and thought about him so much that sometimes it seems impossible for there to be room for anything else.

"Okay." He flashes a tight smile. "Well, I'm gonna..." With a thumb jerked at the door. "Text me, though. When you need me. For anything."