"I--" Clint blinks in surprise. "It is?" Mr. Photographic Memory wouldn't lie to him. Has not once lied to him.
His own face does something complicated. Guarded but curious but concerned but considering but--complicated. He sees the evidence in front of his face and can understand where Steve's been coming at him from. Not suggesting he isn't what he is now, but that he is also still Clint. Whatever that means these days. But it's hard to fathom. Difficult to accept. The same as taking solace in a touch. Like it isn't for him, like it's some kind of betrayal to have it.
But Steve's able to step back and see the whole of him. Not just the darkness.
"Glad I could inspire something nice," is what he eventually says.
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His own face does something complicated. Guarded but curious but concerned but considering but--complicated. He sees the evidence in front of his face and can understand where Steve's been coming at him from. Not suggesting he isn't what he is now, but that he is also still Clint. Whatever that means these days. But it's hard to fathom. Difficult to accept. The same as taking solace in a touch. Like it isn't for him, like it's some kind of betrayal to have it.
But Steve's able to step back and see the whole of him. Not just the darkness.
"Glad I could inspire something nice," is what he eventually says.