Clint shrugged at the question. “I threw out a lot of green shirts.” He titled his head at the offer, and gave Steve a withered look. Rather than reply with something scathing and mean spirited, Clint just opted for throwing his suitcase in the trunk. He slid into the Cabbie after Steve and settled down without wearing his seat beat.
Although Steve could be annoying and revolting, it was still nice to have him around. After being alone with Hydra for so long, he just needed the company. Maybe Steve sensed that? He couldn’t tell and wouldn’t dare ask. They were men after all.
The Taxi rattled on and silence settled between the two. After a few minutes of staring outside Clint broke the silence with a question, “So, we are all staying in one building? Who owns it?”