["Retired" didn't mean "completely divorced from," as Clint had known when he stepped back from the team. At least once Nate was over two months old and slightly more self-sufficient than a teddy bear, there was rarely a month he didn't make the trip out for two or three days for... something. Team building, helping train, just talking to Nat and Wanda and the others. He was still the best marksman on (and possibly off) the planet, after all, there was still a lot he could do for the team. Not to mention stealing some of them away for babysitting time required some kind of repayment for the glitter in everyone's socks.]
[So he's at the compound one weekend in January, fairly late - not quite midnight but approaching that, and he's in the kitchen that always feels so clean and sterile to him but hey, he wasn't consulted on interior decoration or design. He'd almost feel a semi-professional insult was at work, but he's pretty sure Tony just got the same team that put his mansion and the Tower together to work on the compound, and they really seem to like wide expanses of glass and neutral colors. Boring, all of it. But it's not his home and it's not like he spends as much time there as pretty much everyone else does, so it doesn't matter. He's making coffee - because of course he is, he's him - and contemplating either making a bag of popcorn or mixing up some pancake batter when he hears steps coming from the hallway behind him, and he glances up over his shoulder to see who the newcomer is.] Hey, man.
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[So he's at the compound one weekend in January, fairly late - not quite midnight but approaching that, and he's in the kitchen that always feels so clean and sterile to him but hey, he wasn't consulted on interior decoration or design. He'd almost feel a semi-professional insult was at work, but he's pretty sure Tony just got the same team that put his mansion and the Tower together to work on the compound, and they really seem to like wide expanses of glass and neutral colors. Boring, all of it. But it's not his home and it's not like he spends as much time there as pretty much everyone else does, so it doesn't matter. He's making coffee - because of course he is, he's him - and contemplating either making a bag of popcorn or mixing up some pancake batter when he hears steps coming from the hallway behind him, and he glances up over his shoulder to see who the newcomer is.] Hey, man.