"I trust you. You're Steve." That doesn't necessarily mean the same thing, but in some way, to Clint, it does. "Alright, I'm gonna scoot in. Open your god damn legs."

He has to say it like that because it's funnier that way. He doesn't go for any obvious joke, just sets himself to slotting in the gap and leaning his tender back against Steve's broad chest. It almost feels like pulling on a fur coat or cuddling into a heated blanket. Which is actually quite nice.