Totally fair. [Said through a mouthful of rice as Clint's perched on a barstool that acts as a chair at the table. If the archer's got nerves about discussing the finer points of a fling with Captain America, he doesn't show it.] We could do all this talk and flirt shit and then find out we don't really click. [A shrug.] Which is also fine. It happens.

[Part of the calmness is just to help Steve in this. Sure, he wants his privacy, and maybe he's had private things with others that nobody deliberately knows about, but Clint doubts that. This is both a big deal and also not at all a big deal at the very same time. And that can be a weird thing to handle. It's nice that Steve clarifies that the secrecy is just about that, the private versus public, and not a shame thing. It still wouldn't have bothered him, exactly, but it would've made it all feel a little different.]

I don't mind being your dirty little secret. [His smirk says it's a joke.] I'm not about to go blabbing to the press about, y'know, if Captain America's good in bed, or the size of your dick or anything. Promise I won't tell Natasha unless she uses some of her primo interrogation techniques on me. Probably.

[Though, something that does nag at him, takes just a little of the humor out of him:] You don't have to 'handle' the team, you know. Or 'handle' anything about this yourself. Takes two to tango. If they find out, they can be adults about it, and so can we.