"I think you can return to your apartment," Clint said gently. "It made sense to avoid it during the blackout when the city was literally on fire, but now?" He gave a little shrug. "There are cameras all over the city, and Fisk knows what you all look like. He knows where you are staying. If he wanted to, he'd have attacked you inside a home a long time ago. That won't get him anything now when he's trying to present this image of order and tidiness where the only violence is in retaliation of what vigilantes are doing to the good people in public. He's after vigilantes in the streets, not young women in their homes. I'll go with you though if it'll make you feel safer." It wouldn't be the first time he and Kate stayed under the same roof.

"As for Matt being happy, he's probably as happy as he can be with his city under Fisk's thumb. As happy as we all are. He's not the only one carrying weight right now, and I'd imagine he'd be the first to point that out." At least he sincerely hoped Matt wasn't just moping around moaning about how tough his life was rather than actually being a leader right now. If he was doing that, Clint would give him a literal kick in the ass. "So the best thing we can do is get some rest and be ready for tomorrow. Claire's probably made up his bed on the sofa like she said, so you and I get this room for the night." He gave her a smirk. "You better not have started snoring."