"It was magical." There was the hint of bitterness in that comment. Especially after the false memories always triggered with that comment. Reaching up, he rubbed his face slowly, not wanting to think about it... but knowing it would be necessary to talk about for Clint to ever, if ever, accept him. As his hand fell away, he looked at his other 'hand' lying in his lap. A natural cradling motion to keep it from being noticeable and less disturbing to people. It still hurt sometimes.

Looking away to the ceiling, he tried not to look over and see whatever might be playing over Clint's face. He honestly did not think he could handle seeing it. Good or bad. And he didn't need to think about what he lost either. "That was what Fury wanted. We didn't know if everyone was good or bad these days. SHIELD is... nothing like it used to be." If he could even call it Shield now. So much dissent in the ranks along with Hydra still dogging at their heels. And now all the rubble the Inhumans left behind. There was little left. "It is hard to lead something that doesn't trust you. Or most in your team at that."

His head lowered at that. He deserved that. "Fair enough."

Looking up at Clint again, he smiled vaguely. "I suppose Skye and Fitz will have the honor of patching me up with a few well placed 'I told you so's'." Shaking his head, he looked ahead and let out a long sigh. "I will answer anything I can. I only know my side of the story and nothing more."