Steve shakes his head, very slightly and without turning to look directly at Clint. "I'm not waiting on anyone to hand me anything." He never actually has been, he doesn't think. Maybe he has. He doesn't know. "I'm not just sitting on my ass, even when I'm at the compound. Don't worry about it, though I'll take the fights I can get when I can get them."

Every word of that is honest, including 'don't worry about it'. Just realizes he doesn't know how to take it any further, and even if he did being pretty sure that the attempt is more likely to make things worse than help either one of them. A second, if that, of recognizing that this is one fight he accepted defeat in, years ago; he can't explain himself into fitting anywhere, and that's not going to change. Good enough is... enough.

"Take the next right." The area's getting more run down and industrial, with fewer people. Which is the idea and works for their purposes.