"Someone would've tried to talk me out of it." Clint shakes his head, not meeting Steve's eye as he takes a few hot goodies for himself and sits on the edge of the bed. "Wasn't gonna sit through that. If I was gonna be dead, I'd be dead."

Is what he figures. Plenty of easy ways to go. This isn't one of them. Might be a slow death, but it's at least active, lets him get shit done while digging his own grave.

"If you came all this way for an apology, you're gonna be sorely disappointed."