"The raft?" Clint asked, curious. He'd been there before. It definitely sucked. But, if he was being honest, it did sound like something he'd still do for Cap (and probably Bucky too) if it was necessary. "Separate works, I guess," he said thoughtfully. "Though, I'm not gonna lie, Cap seems nearly exactly the same, except maybe in experiences so. It's a little weird. I mean, you too, mostly."
A pause. "Except for the hair, yeah. Much nicer. Keep it up. It's a hot look, man." What? It wasn't like Clint was going to lie. Or like he had any kind of filter whatsoever, apparently.
He got the tense bits (hence the reason he was walking around with his weapon too -- not that Clint would have gone through the doors without them, but he was pretty loathe to take them off even in Town. Starklandia. Whatever.) but beside weird this place was pretty lacking in threats. "I'm on a mission to buy uncomfortable fanart of everyone," he said, honestly. "And then to possibly raid all the rooms I can of their coffee and possibly a few of the coffee makers."