Clint held her hand. He'd gotten better at this over the years. Had taught how to be compassionate and kind to other people, how to show it in ways that were easy to accept. He had lost his way a time or two, but he'd been lucky to have loved ones who always ended up anchoring him to those principles. That it was strong to be kind, that it was wise to show compassion. That nothing was ever so far lost that nothing was left for which to fight.
"She first remodeled Lila's room because she wanted a unicorn star scape on her walls and ceiling, whatever the hell that is. I've seen it and I'm still confused but I've had to come up with unicorn constellation stories ever since. Then she decided that the master bathroom needed to be reworked because I have 'old man hips' and we both needed a better tub situation. I should tell her to work on the crafts room for herself. You know that didn't cross her radar. It's all the kids and us as a couple." He made a mental note to use Kate's suggestion as a gentle encouragement. "Thanks for that."
He absolutely had no qualms about taking the kids and giving their mother a day or two a week to herself. He greedily wanted the time after he'd lost so much with work.
"Matt's apartment exploded?" Well hell. That was for later, when he talked to Matt. For now he was focused on Kate. "You have that dog wrapped around your finger, of course he listened to you. And you're doing right by him. I know Josie's. Matt and I used to go there when... we were younger, and I'll stop there." Nope, no stories of twenties Matt and Clint being dumb. He was a married, respectable man. "I wanna see the mutt, but later. Tomorrow or when you're up to it, you can show me around. Give me the lay of the land only a Hawkeye can."
A beat.
"Fisk is just a petty, small tyrant. The world's had plenty of them. Not diminishing the hurt he's caused, but at the end of the day? That's all they ever are. Small, petty. Weak. Your city has this, Kate. You've got this. Me? I'm just here for the show."
He wasn't here to take over. He wasn't here to lead, or wear a certain mantel. He was here for her. For them. For the city. To support those who now stood tall, and let them know they would win this fight.
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"She first remodeled Lila's room because she wanted a unicorn star scape on her walls and ceiling, whatever the hell that is. I've seen it and I'm still confused but I've had to come up with unicorn constellation stories ever since. Then she decided that the master bathroom needed to be reworked because I have 'old man hips' and we both needed a better tub situation. I should tell her to work on the crafts room for herself. You know that didn't cross her radar. It's all the kids and us as a couple." He made a mental note to use Kate's suggestion as a gentle encouragement. "Thanks for that."
He absolutely had no qualms about taking the kids and giving their mother a day or two a week to herself. He greedily wanted the time after he'd lost so much with work.
"Matt's apartment exploded?" Well hell. That was for later, when he talked to Matt. For now he was focused on Kate. "You have that dog wrapped around your finger, of course he listened to you. And you're doing right by him. I know Josie's. Matt and I used to go there when... we were younger, and I'll stop there." Nope, no stories of twenties Matt and Clint being dumb. He was a married, respectable man. "I wanna see the mutt, but later. Tomorrow or when you're up to it, you can show me around. Give me the lay of the land only a Hawkeye can."
A beat.
"Fisk is just a petty, small tyrant. The world's had plenty of them. Not diminishing the hurt he's caused, but at the end of the day? That's all they ever are. Small, petty. Weak. Your city has this, Kate. You've got this. Me? I'm just here for the show."
He wasn't here to take over. He wasn't here to lead, or wear a certain mantel. He was here for her. For them. For the city. To support those who now stood tall, and let them know they would win this fight.
That he believed in her always.