"Clint, it wasn't like that all the time," He says and he sounds frustrated, shaking his head. "Like sure, freshly wiped, it happened. A lot at the beginning at the end -- but there was times I was The Soldier and there were parts of me, sure I thought that like, I was there to do it from mother Russia or whatever - or the reasons I was there."

He sighs frustrated, he'd never tried to explain the big complex entanglements that were his brain and he brought his fingers up to his forehead and pinched his brow. "I had experiences and friends and relationships that are still a part of me to this day and you can't just write them off with some big brush stroke. Fuck, they punished me for them. You think if I was just some controlled thing I would have had to be punished?"