Steve was sitting upright and had whirled around to look Clint in the eye before he even realized that's what he was going to do. "Those are not your only options," he said, and his voice was almost a snarl, it was so full of intensity. There was something panicky in his eyes though, and his hand had found its way to the front of Clint's shirt, twisting in the fabric there, pulling it taut.
"Clint," Steve said, and the name was a plea, a desperate attempt to banish some of that surrender that filled Clint's voice. "We don't have to just accept this. We can do something about it, we can - some days that's all that keeps me going, but as long as you've got something better to hope for - "
He hesitated, unsure whether or not it was a good idea to bring Clint in on this, but when he stopped and thought about it, what did he really have to lose? Clint would never do anything to hurt him, which meant he could be trusted to keep a secret, and even if he thought it was the worst idea he'd ever heard, there wasn't going to be any talking Steve out of this.
"I got a list of some names," Steve said, his voice dropping to barely a murmur, as if there might be someone around to overhear. "People the Capitol's been watching. I'm gonna reach out, see if we can't pull together, get organized." He swallowed, mouth a little dry with just the thought of it. He wished he could mention Stark's involvement, but that seemed like a betrayal, somehow, even though Clint was someone Steve would trust with his life.
"We could change things." Steve's eyes were lit up with the promise of that, the hope that this could work. "We could make Panem so much better, for everyone."