You know what's funny? I always liked the dinosaurs that could fly the best. [A beat.] We just had a tight few months. It's not a big deal, Kate.

Would I be five miles away if you were getting shot at?

It does kinda feel like that sometimes. Like flying. Glad to know I got the seal of approval from Hawkeye on it. And... it's fine, Kate. We're okay. [Matt just likes his pro bono work too much, and hates taking on cases with assholes just to make money. He knows he has to suck it up and do that, though.]

The man has enough weapons, don't give him any ideas.

Peter can do it better than I can. Mine's more parkour than webslinging. No! I don't need you to talk to anybody. I've got it. She knows already. We've got it.

I would have been surprised if you hadn't, knowing you.

I'd rather not mix friends and money. Thank you, though. For the offer. I promise, we'll be fine.

Again, no surprise.

I'll tell you if things are not good.

A curler as in that hair thing or a curler as in that weird sport?

Katerina Von Bishop, are you trying to lawyer me? [He's almost proud.]

First you say I shouldn't keep extra toothbrushes 'cause of how it looks, now you're asking if I have an ex's curling iron I kept? I think Heather has one she keeps over, though.

What's wrong with Katie?

I'm very glad I don't need anything but a hairbrush to live my life.

Why, though? You just don't like the sound of it?

Well no, I do need a razor. I was thinking about head hair, not face hair. I do need to shave my beard. I don't really want the shipwrecked hermit look.

It doesn't sound inherently young to me, but I was just curious why you didn't like it. Nothing wrong with not liking it or feeling that way about it.

That's sweet of you to say, but I don't like when it gets unkempt. [A beat.] Why does my hair need gel?

So it's what a five year old you were called, got it. I think it sounds like a very sweet nickname for your dad to have had for you, Kate. I promise not to use it, then. So it can stay a thing between you two.

I want the blood on my shirts to say devil not crazed hermit. [He knows she's teasing.] My style's getting old? I thought it was timeless.

I won't tell him. I think it makes sense that it might be okay for him to do it, though. He's not your dad, nobody could take that place, but he is family to you now.

They do not look like cat ears. Not a single cat has claimed me as their own. Who is gonna style my hair with gel? It can't be left in my hands, they're not capable.

It doesn't sound crazy. Family can be more than blood. And people you can count on might not take the place of people who are gone, but still fill some of the parts that were lost.

My suit guy wouldn't do me dirty like that. I bring him gelato sometimes, too. [Matt tries to picture asking Heather to do his hair in a new style.] I dunno. Maybe. [Giving Matt a head rub, he can certainly picture Heather doing that. Being silly with hairstyles... he's not certain she'll see the appeal in being silly. Maybe he's wrong.]

I guess it's a tricky thing, isn't it? The parasocial thing. I've had people tell me that I've changed their lives, and I haven't always known their names. I guess that... if something I've done has inspired someone to live a better life, then it seems like it should be all right? Which it sounds like you've done with your original relationship with Clint. I'd imagine that's what he wants, partly why he ever suited up in the first place. To make a difference.

I can introduce you. [A beat.] You mean new with my hair? I don't think I've ever done anything really new. I just tell my barber to make me look good and trust him. I'm sure he's made some tweaks over the years to keep me in some semblance of current style.