"He's nobody," Clint decided. "Doesn't matter." Okay, so that probably wasn't true since Steve was like, his number one role model in terms of how to behave and be a proper not-jerk, but right now it didn't matter.
That was fair. Clint had just kind of gone for it and forgotten that he was a grown man who had more than plenty of experience with this sort of thing and not some overly excitable teenager. Really, he could be good at this. Once he slowed down a little and actually put a bit of thought to it. And like, a proper amount of pressure.
Not that he was going for the Ten Minutes Of Kissing trope, or anything. He'd just wanted to put it out there. Because if he did the thing, then they'd both just Get It, and maybe they wouldn't need to talk too much.