He cracked a smile. He couldn’t help it. Cap was a difficult man to hit. In Clint’s eyes he was the best fighter in the world. And always would be too. Fuck those Asian kung fu jackasses. America had a Captain, and his name was Steve. “Tell that to my aching head. Word is you clocked me pretty good.” He gave a soft chuckle followed by silence then. All of this Hydra business was terrible news. All he could do was pray to god he hadn’t killed any women or children at this point. Christ alive. “So what happens next?”