Clint spreads his arms. "Why do you think I do what I do?" Besides needing an outlet for the pain. Obviously. "You'd think with half as many people, there wouldn't still be all this going on. But everyone collectively buried their heads in the sand and kept doing what they were already doing."
"Grief," Steve says, rather directly. "Anger. Frustration. Turning them into something at least passingly productive." Probably don't ask him questions that are meant to be rhetorical, he'll take them as an opening. "Same reason I'm giving inspirational talks at support groups." That and, you know, an overwhelming lack of trust in himself, albeit one that comes and goes.
"Just cuz you're right doesn't mean I don't get to say 'fuck you' about it," grumbled out, stamping down on the sudden flare of anger for having it pointed out.
"It doesn't," he agrees, almost smiling. It's probably a bad idea to look a little happy about it, but realizing Clint can be mad at him and Steve's not worried about it feels pretty good. "And if you're agreeing I'm right you can say the fuck part extra loud."
"I don't have to give you an extra key to my room, you know." Which has been considered, so they can come and go as they please. "But I'm also right. We can both be right, here."
"Yeah, we are." No denial on that and no loss of... warmth, either. "Just feels good to be able to be told to fuck off and still feel... like we're not about to break, you know?"
"You're gonna know if we hit that point." At least, Clint is pretty sure. He can bury stuff down and then strike like a snake when he feels like it, but around Steve... "I'm not Stark."
No, because Stark can't keep his emotions to himself, can't keep his mouth shut, and lashes out at everyone the second he's so much as inconvenienced. It's not a good comparison.
Steve makes a low sound that's... amused, but in truth? He doesn't know if he wants to defend Tony in some half-ass way, or admit that he's got some pent up and fairly buried resentment toward the man. Some of it for Tony resenting him.
In the end he just kind of half shrugs. " I know you're not. I even feel like I'm gonna know before things go all to hell so I've got some shot of fixing it. That I wasn't feeling that last time's on me, not you, but it still feels good."
He glances at away from Clint and at the bed, notices he's... parked in the middle, and moves himself up to lean a shoulder against the headboard.
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Probably not, he thinks.
An attempt was made, though.
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No, because Stark can't keep his emotions to himself, can't keep his mouth shut, and lashes out at everyone the second he's so much as inconvenienced. It's not a good comparison.
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In the end he just kind of half shrugs. " I know you're not. I even feel like I'm gonna know before things go all to hell so I've got some shot of fixing it. That I wasn't feeling that last time's on me, not you, but it still feels good."
He glances at away from Clint and at the bed, notices he's... parked in the middle, and moves himself up to lean a shoulder against the headboard.
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