"Well, we've got were real shitheads at some point, and switched owners a few times in common. Your decisions right now might make more sense than mine, but we'll see how it plays out when I start borrowing them."

He's not competing, he's not really even comparing, but he definitely does understands parts of it, and this is one of the few places he's willing to say that to Clint. The other ones... he's long since put away and trained himself out of being angry about. Doesn't much want to go back to them now, anyway, even in his head.

Because Clint can be hurt. Clint is hurt. If Clint weren't hurt, he wouldn't be out here. Hurt more might be pretty damn questionable, but he's been hurt and is still hurting and he not only has a right to be, he should be.

He takes another turn, this one down an alley, and starts heading for a specific building, that has some structural damage, mostly at the roof, but is still standing pretty solid.

"Come on."