Steve just needs a damn haircut. He's starting to look less like a military guy and more like a middle aged escapee from a boyband. Those couple of years on the run might've built his tolerance to hair in (and on) his face a little further than ideal for aesthetics.

He stops what he's doing and looks at Clint, then- "I'm gonna shower and pretend you don't seem to be on some see-saw with this and whether or not you trust me or are sure you wanna do this." He's been pretty clear, he thinks. Yes. He wants to do this. "You change your mind about it, let me know. If you need to be armed to feel okay about doing it, do that. Otherwise, we can hit that warehouse tomorrow morning, and you to have recovery time before you get busy."