[ She'd almost forget about the mental sharing if she did't feel her own suddenly so unguarded in that moment. She had to remember that this whole thing, being here, was some sick version of a mission that she had to fight through. And that was really one of her tougher faults. Clint always said she could get too emotionally personal about a mission — the other Clint — and in some ways, this drew back to that.

But Kate keeps a high head, her facial features disguising the lingering discomfort that she burrows further away from the surface.

His question is expected, so she shrugs a shoulder. ] You're still Hawkeye. But so am I. We have a bit of a sharing policy on it. [ And because Kate still has a big mouth that she lets run off on its own, ] Your fault for being dead at the time when Cap knighted me with it — don't worry, it wasn't for long, you came back. [ Though maybe not anymore. Kate keeps that thought out of sight. ] You let me keep it. We're both Hawkeye.