Clint was pretty sure his technique was fantastic, actually. He made just enough of a scene to be goofy but never enough of one to be taken seriously. Anyway, maybe he just had a thing for making kinda dark and broody guys turn that frown upside down. Matt had honest to god dimples when he laughed and Clint's eyesight was unrivaled.
Some people he'd met here he'd had a hard time making any kind of connection with at all -- sadly, he didn't do all that well with most of the alternate dimension Avengers, and he couldn't begin to understand the folks that were straight out of a Lord of the Rings novel or whatever. But Clint was genuinely pleased over how easy it was to get along with Matt. Things didn't have to be forever serious, but they both also knew where the other one was coming from at least a little bit. No reason to hide the really bad shit, either.
"Oh, they'll stay for as long as I need them to. The next point is definitely mine," it was practically a promise.