"They would say that. I don't think they would tell you the truth. Nothing is more terrifying the having hope just to have it crushed." He plotting the number to there location and let the quinjet run on auto pilot. He turned his chair toward her. Cupping both hands with his two. "I don't know Which Jessica. I know the Jessica I remember. Give me more of the memories I lost than not." He kept his head down. "I'm not sure who or what I am. I remember drums...I remember playing them. But the sure thing I remember is you sitting on my lap when you wanted to learn. I know that had to be you. The copy...She never seemed to hold THAT much interest in those things that held anything of my identity beyond my libido." He sighed almost embarrassed that he let her down. "I remember late nights. We didn't say a word. We got on my bike. And just rode We rode all over the city just getting lost in the travel forgetting what new monster we took down forgetting what new group that came out of the wood work and just riding. and after all that you sitting at my front and holding me and just the kisses. The kisses where something in an of themselves. When we kissed. I felt anchored. It felt right."
He kept going into more and more detail comparing what Drew did and what Drew Skrull did. His face began to change as if Clint was slowly but surely coming back when thought of her the REAL her as if his mind and his body his heart could tell the difference. "I remember just holding you at night and feeling it. I look back at everything. I think a part of me thought something was off." He leaned in close to her. He wanted to feel right like he did when they kissed. In an act of Barton bravery he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was long. IT was familiar. The fire coming back to him. He pulled away. and bumped heads with her. "NO I think the reason why they used you is the exact opposite of what they told you. My theory holds true...I Know it."