It was pitiful to see him step into literal armour because he couldn't handle their discussion, but she at least allowed him to retreat to the garage without her. She looked up and saw Clint watching her out of the window, expression confused as to why she had gone so far.

He was the one that would appear in the garage a short time later, hopping up onto one of the workbenches to sit cross legged. He always did prefer to sit high if he could and, though this wasn't high enough, it would do.

"Nat sometimes says things she shouldn't," he started, voice low. "Whatever you feel for Steve, it's not our business."