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Clint makes a confirming noise, head tipping back and eyes drooping. Not shut entirely. "You'll know when to get in place. Since I'll be gone and getting my gear on."

"That's all I needed." Then he stretches his legs out, fairly carefully, and pretty much just... stays settles, half watching Clint and half running through his own stuff - some related to moving and position and plans and where Clint told him that medical kit was, some what he needs to do to get out tomorrow and what he needs to do when he makes it back to Natasha and the others, and how he's going to track Clint again and how long he'll wait.

Mostly though: Waiting now.

Clint lets the silence last and linger for a time. As far as he's concerned, for as nice(?) as this unexpected meetup was, Steve is not his responsibility, and he can find his own way after what happens, happens. But he does start to wonder about the after.

"What are you going to say? To the others."

Steve would be pretty insulted by any implication that he needed Clint's help on the practicals. He is pretty startled by the question anyway and blinks, slowly.

"Most of them? Nothing. Nat, I'll tell you're in one piece and you seem as likely as anyone doing what you do to stay that way."

"If I was gonna die, I'd have done it by now. Can't do it. It's just not part of who I am. Maybe what I do isn't really right or noble, but I'm doing it, because I can do it, and it's going to make a difference. If I ever had to stop..."

Well. If that ever happened, that might be a different story. But it's not the story he's got right now, so.

"Someone else has gotta take me out first, far as I'm concerned. Doesn't mean I'm running headfirst into anything unprepared."

"Yeah." There's a moment or two of pause, there. "Being here's been reassuring for me, that way. I don't think even that much is anybody's business - except Nat. Feels like passing that much along is something I can do that doesn't... put you out there otherwise."

If he's wrong, tell him.

"She can know anything you know." Full permission, full stop, end of story. "And if anyone else is curious, you can tell them whatever you like within reason. Still alive. Not dying if it can be helped." So on and so forth.

"We'll see how much I trust the others and feel like telling them, but I appreciate you being good with me telling Natasha everything I know." It's different there. His relationship with her is different. It just... feels different with her than the few people still around. If Steve's closer friends and better relationships still existed, that list might be longer, but they're not.

"It's Natasha. She deserves to know. I know she's keeping tabs." He tips his head toward Steve. "But you don't trust the others?"

"That was my reasoning." He's still relieved by that, but. "The rest of that kinda depends on what you mean by trust. Trust them not to try and commit acts of violence or something, sure. Not so much otherwise. Maybe Banner, but I don't even know where he is."

"Depends on what you mean by trust." But maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe he spent too much time at home than with the team doing crazy things; maybe it's hard to think of him as ever being part of a team to start with. "But I'm going to trust you to know what you're doing."

"It means that I don't know where Banner is, Thor's busy, I'm telling Nat, and that leaves Tony and I'll let him beat the shit out of me but I won't hand him something that easy to use against me - or carelessly fuck up with you. You don't really know any of the other people around well enough for it to be any of their business." He's not explaining to convince, he's explaining because Clint... well expressed interest in what he meant by trust.

And because they're on the floor, probably.

He won't point out that Thor's not actually all that busy. Either Steve's being polite, or he doesn't get around the area much to have heard otherwise. Tony is a different beast he'll defer to Steve to. Probably doesn't want to hear about anything even remotely Avengers-y anymore, and who can blame him?

"Fair enough. If I run into Bruce, I'll probably just keep quiet about it. If he disappeared, it's for a reason."

He's being polite about Thor.

"Yeah and so will I. Though I guess every reason I'd apply to him should apply to you, but I sure felt driven to track you down...." Even he's not sure what that was about.

"Less likely to flatten you like a pancake. He's always good at being alone, so he and the big guy can work out whatever their differences are on their own. Hopefully he makes he way back out of whatever hole he's dug for himself. Or ends up content enough to stay there."

"Hulk and I get along fine," Steve says, somewhat dryly. "And even if we didn't, no. Being afraid isn't a factor. That he prefers being alone and wanted to be that way before this all started's a factor, though."

"So me fucking off into the night without a word, that wasn't a factor?" Just...curious with regard to that point.

"It certainly... heightened my concern for you." A pause and faint grimace. "There was more than one factor. One was just that I like you more." Which doesn't mean he doesn't like Banner, but... Bruce is by nature pretty remote.

"It's my sunny personality and my great ass." Said in the most deadpan voice imaginable.

"I'm also one to check on because Bruce can't do anything to himself. Big guy'll take care of it if he tries to off himself. He can't exactly end up in a ditch unless he got himself absolutely plastered."

His expression at 'sunny personality and great ass' is actually a little pained, but he... isn't going to refute it or even acknowledge it besides that expression.

"I know. On the other hand, if I actually thought he was in that kind of state and there was no conflict about somebody else would could do real damage to themselves.... I'd probably worry more. That's a shit state to get trapped in."

"I don't envy him, that's for sure." He'll just gloss over his joke getting that reaction. Nothing to worry about. Don't make anything of it. "Promise I won't tell anyone you play favorites, though."

Good man. Do not dig into that one. He'd have to say something awkward given the guy he's in the room with right now.

"Me either." Envy Banner. Thinking you're going to die, choosing it and waking up again is... one way to get some perspective. "And thanks for keeping my very closely guarded secrets." That part is a joke. Obviously, he hopes.

"I'm a man of secrets. Yours, mine, Nat's, whole government secrets, you name it. I try to know when to keep them." Life of a spy, there's lots of secrets up there that people would pay dearly to have. "Not as secretive as Fury ever was, thank god."

"If I live for another hundred years, I will still die being reluctantly impressed, fond of and ticked off at that man." He sounds mostly fond and exasperated but the ticked off applies too.

There was... a lot in there that was kind of personal - or rather that Steve took personally.

"All sounds about right."

He could just let it fall into silence. Meditate and let Steve do more drawing or whatever he'll do. But floor time seems to be a sacred talking time. A little. "Are you worried?"

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