( He follows slowly, noticing everything. Certainly the woman. SHIELD had been built on the remains of the SSR, and Clint has been with the former long enough to have heard its entire history. How searching for Cap had always been a priority--Howard Stark had ensured as much. Before the council started interfering, at least. Clint had only been marginally aware when Cap had been found, already on the base with Dr. Selvig. And from there...
He shakes his head, takes another few steps. It's amazing how lived-in this place already feels, how personal. Clint's own apartments, one tucked away on each coast, are bare enough to be asylums. He doesn't have many personal affects, keeps very few records. The parents and brother he had so long ago no longer exist, not even in photographs. And secret agents are the last people who need paper trails.
Eventually he wanders into the kitchen behind Steve. )
That's fine. The last thing I need right now is a buzz.
( Or to be out of his senses, in any way. He ducks his head into the fridge--do you have orange juice, Steve?--before pulling away to regard Steve thoughtfully. )
You're pretty in-practice for having been out of the game for what, a century?
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He shakes his head, takes another few steps. It's amazing how lived-in this place already feels, how personal. Clint's own apartments, one tucked away on each coast, are bare enough to be asylums. He doesn't have many personal affects, keeps very few records. The parents and brother he had so long ago no longer exist, not even in photographs. And secret agents are the last people who need paper trails.
Eventually he wanders into the kitchen behind Steve. )
That's fine. The last thing I need right now is a buzz.
( Or to be out of his senses, in any way. He ducks his head into the fridge--do you have orange juice, Steve?--before pulling away to regard Steve thoughtfully. )
You're pretty in-practice for having been out of the game for what, a century?