"Am I?" Clint replied quickly in regards to her statement on him. Wanda certainly had a lot of opinions formed. A lot of which wasn't true, some of which was. Sure, He might have looked like he could take on the whole world. Sadly, though the battle scars add up over time. What was that saying again? It's not the years, but the mileage that gets ya. His face shifted little stiffly, but he didn't jerk away at her touch.
Hell, it wasn't really her at all that was bothering him. It was everything and nothing. The empty lives they were living in this literal jail. The Avengers needed to move on. To do the next step in saving the world. They were stuck in limbo and tearing each other apart. "I know the road was tough." He began sadly looking back at her, "On everybody." Maybe they just all needed vacation? Or one restful night of sleep. "I'm not asking for any kind of recognition here." He explained as he turned to face her more clearly. "We were both just trying to survive."