In the kitchen, as much as Matt tried to drown out the conversation between Clint and Kate, he couldn't help but hear parts of it. He heard her telling Clint that the people of the city believed in him. She believed in him. They needed the former Avenger. He wasn't enough. Matt paused in the meal he was making, stilling so much that Claire asked if he was all right.

He brushed her off, he finished making the quick stir fry and let it in her hands to keep warm. He moved to her fire escape and left the building for the roof. Yes, it was getting past curfew. No he didn't care. He did move a rooftop or two away, to protect Claire's space. If anyone wanted to find him up here, well. Let them come. He needed some air.

Inside the room, Clint remained stalwart with Kate, understanding the history behind her words. He didn't diminish them, nor the responsibility he still felt for the city.

"I might need your ideas but I'm not gonna suggest you give color scheme ideas for our bedroom." A beat, then more seriously, "People believe in you. I'm here, Kate. For as long as needed. I'll stand up and say that Fisk is wrong. But I think it matters more for the people who live here now to say it. To live it. To fight for it. Everyone might remember me fondly, but they also know this isn't my home anymore. They want to see you. And Matt. And Josie, and everyone who this matters to most.

I'm here for you to believe in, but this city needs for you to be the person they believe in now.

And you will. I've no doubt."