I'm sorry, Kate. I am happy to consider your sofa and have a couch-off to suit my needs in the future. You both may compete for the pleasure of my overnight company.

... you thought I was like Frank? ... I need to reevaluate everything about my life right now.

I'm gonna argue that in modern times, question if someone asks you to wash any part of them for the sake of religion.

Hey, I don't assume people have guest rooms. My apartment doesn't. [Did Jen's? Matt had just spent the night in her bedroom, which doesn't seem at all appropriate to focus on now.]

I don't just run around killing everyone.

... I really hope you don't call it worship. That seems a bit overkill.

I've never really had a need for a guest room, so I guess I don't mind. Anytime I haven't shared a bed I've just let someone take mine while I crashed on the couch. It's not like I have a lot of friends to visit.

Intimidating I don't mind. Well. Unless there are kids. I try not to be then.

Are those really guys you want to blow, though?

That I don't have a guest room? Apartments with them are insanely pricey.

I love kids. They're hilarious. And I liked you too when we met.

Don't date guys who think any part of themselves should be worshipped?

I have a lot of friends. They just don't come over. [Matt is excellent at charming people, at having people he knows everywhere he goes to chat with. Yet there's a firm boundary from letting them get too close. Only a handful of close friends have ever been to his apartment - though he's had many one night stands.]

I'd love to have kids. Maybe not a huge stereotypical Irish Catholic family, but one or two sounds nice. You? And when I first met you, I thought you were eager, but that you cared about doing Hawkeye's name proud.

Guys aren't all the same. I'd suggest asking what they want to hear.

Some boundaries are helpful. [Or perhaps that was Stick's training talking.]

I had a great dad, so. Good role model for it. Hopefully it'll happen someday. Or maybe I should adopt when things haven't gone to hell. Since I can't seem to get the romantic relationship part to stick. After all, it was just my dad and I for a long time.

I mean, not in that tone, no. Complimenting one another though is usually a good tactic in life in general.

Not seriously, no. I know she wants them, but we are very much not there yet. [He leaves it at that, because it feels inappropriate to keep talking about his relationship troubles with someone else.]

I mean it's fine, though it's more something that happens spur of the moment in the bedroom rather than practiced ahead of time. And I think compliments work at any point.

That's what every parent I know says. That I'll be even more tired. I don't know how that'll be physically possible and I'm slightly terrified each time I get assured I'll learn. ... seems like it'd be worth it, though. I don't know. It's cool to watch tiny little moppets grow into a person. I like to think it'll happen. Somehow.

Now I'm gonna use that line and make it work, just to see if I can.

That... is a fair point on the arguing, and I'm sure my dad would be saying I deserved it from heaven. [It's a nice dream, even if it feels far away.] For now I just visit kids at the orphanage and at the hospital dressed as Daredevil. You should go sometime as Hawkeye. I can't see them but I'm sure the pictures the kids draw are really cute.

Is that what your dad did with you? Dress up and trips to Disney?

What does that sort of favor cost someone these days? I want to know what I'm in for.

Well, I can just speak for myself and Peter, but yeah. We've done it. It's a good time, even if some of the kids are wrong and say Spidey is the best. And even if you're not the Hawkeye they expect, you can be an amazing Hawkeye they get to meet and remember.

That's sweet. Those sound like a lot of good memories. What sort of treasure would they find?

Good thing homemade dinners are exactly in my wheelhouse.

Playing with the kids is one of the best parts of it. And toys are good to bring. Just check the hospital website for the rules on what to bring and what not to bring. I'll let you know when we're next going.

That sounds adorable, not stupid.

I do make very good meals. I find cooking relaxing.

Honestly? Yeah. It is really sweet. It feels good when I break into some criminal shithole, and there are kids there, and I can sense their heartbeats calm down when they see me. They trust I'll get them out of there. It's humbling to go into a hospital where kids are fighting for their lives and have just being there mean something to them. They're doing braver work than I've had to, you know? I tell them that it's a privilege they let me hang out, not the opposite.

Now I'm just disappointed I can't see them. Maybe Eleanor will describe them to me, when I see her again.

You're a worthwhile dinner guest, Kate. I like having you over.

... yeah. I guess it does hit a little close to home. [He cleared his throat.] Nobody came to help my dad when he was dying. Nobody came for hours. They didn't want to come to that part of the city. Wasn't worth their time. Every kid should have a Clint Barton to look up to. Even if he didn't get to your dad in time. I'm just glad you weren't entirely alone. And I know you do the same for a lot of kids now.

I've been called worse than a dork. Just think of all the lawyer jokes I've had to endure over the years. I'll definitely ask her, then.

You're welcome. Anytime. I'm sorry if I came across as unwelcoming earlier. Saying I didn't have people over much. I'm really tired. I don't think I'm phrasing things as well as I should.