That made sense, at least, and Steve actually felt himself settle at the admission that Natasha had done this for Clint far more than she'd done it for Steve. It fit, in a way that Natasha doing it on Steve's behalf simply didn't. It didn't take away the fact that it was still a kindness, that Steve was in Natasha's debt for this, but it finally slotted into place neatly enough that Steve could put it away for now, could move on to other things.
Like the fact that Clint had apparently been a victim of this, too.
What Steve couldn't understand was how Natasha and Clint were both so apathetic about what Stane had done to them. There was no fire, no fury - well, there'd been some of that in Natasha's case, but it had all been directed toward Steve. How could they be so okay with everything Stane had taken from them?
"This is - how can you stand it," Steve asked, and his voice was trembling with suppressed anger, because he wasn't angry at Clint, and he didn't want that sort of misunderstanding. "How can you stand it, Clint? What he's made you do - what he's made the people you love do?" Because for all that Clint seemed to be in denial about connecting to people, it was obvious that the man was still deeply connected to those around him. Clint had more friends than anyone else Steve knew, and no matter how much he might try to claim they weren't, that didn't mean the feelings weren't there.