[ This isn't the Clint she knows but there's something calming about his presence nonetheless. His mind isn't the same; there are bits that reach out to her that don't feel entirely like him, just in its essence, because it's easy to sense that the experiences are varied, whatever they are. But that's a given. He's some years much older and he's never met a Kate Bishop in his life. That's already too drastic a change, she thinks.

(And something feels blue somewhere. Which is disappointing. Needs to be more purple.)

Oh. A bad joke, for sure. But surprisingly enough, a smile curves on her face, biting it from the inside to keep it from going too wide. ]

Retire. That's cute. [ Meaning no, and more precisely, never. The tenseness in her body loosens, but only slight, a sigh escaping her. ] If by team, you mean Avengers, then yeah. Though we're all kind of split right now to be calling it one collective team. Everyone's got a difference of opinion.

[ Yeah, and no one invited her to any of them. Rude. ]

How old are you anyway, gramps?