[ It's clearly not fine, but it's not Clint's place to call Kate a liar here.
She clears her throat, straightens up with a sense of poise Clint could never copy, and Clint near flinches at the grief that suckerpunches him. Hers, he knows, the reaching grasp of her mind slipping past his barriers. That can't be faked, the sheer depth of emotion singing between them. He'd already been coming around to the idea that she knows him, but this is something else entirely. She knew Clint Barton, but who was he to this girl?
The glassy sheen to her eyes sends a pang of regret through him. Clint doesn't know her, that's true, but he hadn't meant to make her cry. Still, she's clearly strong enough to push it aside, focus on the here and now even -- even if it's still weird ok. But he takes her at her word. ]
Hawkeye? [ His brows lift, surprised. Awkward, tentative. ] Am I not...?
[ Clint doesn't have his bow on him right now, but some part of him suddenly wants the familiar weight of his quiver between his shoulderblades. ]
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She clears her throat, straightens up with a sense of poise Clint could never copy, and Clint near flinches at the grief that suckerpunches him. Hers, he knows, the reaching grasp of her mind slipping past his barriers. That can't be faked, the sheer depth of emotion singing between them. He'd already been coming around to the idea that she knows him, but this is something else entirely. She knew Clint Barton, but who was he to this girl?
The glassy sheen to her eyes sends a pang of regret through him. Clint doesn't know her, that's true, but he hadn't meant to make her cry. Still, she's clearly strong enough to push it aside, focus on the here and now even -- even if it's still weird ok. But he takes her at her word. ]
Hawkeye? [ His brows lift, surprised. Awkward, tentative. ] Am I not...?
[ Clint doesn't have his bow on him right now, but some part of him suddenly wants the familiar weight of his quiver between his shoulderblades. ]