She cannot stop talking, just like he cannot stop telling her to shut up because that’s really what he wants. But just like her he’s really aware that they are both naked right now when it comes to their honesty. He has to be very careful about what he says and how he words it… but he will still always end up telling the truth either way. He wants to say he doesn’t want a choice, that he’s fine the way it is- but of course he cannot say that out loud. Especially not after Italy, not after the mission where he met Gaby and Solo. Not after making a pact with Solo that basically was them turning their back to their respective countries.

“Don’t be sorry for me. I am not to be pitied.” He can at least tell her that much, to begin with. Because if there is something he hates is people being sorry for him.

“I don’t know Clint. But he wouldn’t help me either. You can’t help someone you don’t know, and you don’t know me yet.” He shakes his head. “Not after just a single fight, a single conversation, no matter how honest.

I meant it. You don’t know me. You just have formed an imagine of me out of your own experience.”