"Best boss you could ever ask for..." Steve wouldn't let him down. Not like he did. He failed pretty miserably against Loki that day. He'd died pretty sure he deserved that. But he didn't even get that dignity. And for the first time since then, he felt like maybe his resurrection wasn't entirely pointless.

Curling his legs in, he likely looked pretty ridiculous sitting indian style on the cold floor. "I was dead. Very dead. I had hoped to stay dead to be honest." He didn't want to lie. Not to Clint. "Fury obviously didn't care what I wanted." And it hurt. God, did it hurt. "I'll tell you more later... or do you really want to talk about that right now?"

They didn't need to talk about him right now. Or maybe it would help... getting his mind off of what he'd just lost. It hurt that Clint couldn't look at him. But he understood. Even Mac refused to work for him. He's a freak of nature now.

Moving slowly, he settled down shoulder to shoulder with Clint so they were touching but not invading the other's space unless he wanted him to. "You'd think dying would show me that life is too short to always follow orders." He hesitated a moment before trying something a little lighter. "Figures the one that would drag me out was you..." He never focused on the fact that Clint held a soft spot in his heart. Attachment like that never ended well for him.