"True. Pretty sure that honor goes to Steve," Clint managed to get out, mustering up some of his usual dry wit to make the comment sound more like his usually did. Time spent with Natasha taught him how to play the game, how to hide his emotions and carefully tuck everything away and that's what he was trying to do now.
As bad as that was.
"...You were dead. You're suppose to be dead." Just like Laura. The archer flinches slightly and draws back from the other, clearing his throat as he realizes how broken his voice probably sounds right now.
He still can't look at the other. Not yet.
"Should have known orders were keeping you from telling us you were alive."
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As bad as that was.
"...You were dead. You're suppose to be dead." Just like Laura. The archer flinches slightly and draws back from the other, clearing his throat as he realizes how broken his voice probably sounds right now.
He still can't look at the other. Not yet.
"Should have known orders were keeping you from telling us you were alive."
Figures.