"Hey." Clint smiled back, equally nervously. He wasn't quiet exactly. Clint was never what you'd really call quiet since the accident had damaged his hearing, but it was clear that he was serious anyway, and the look in his eyes conveyed that.
"So. Time for me to make an idiot of myself." he said, taking a deep breath. "Tasha is a friend. Probably my best friend until you." he admitted. "We're not like...I care about her. A lot. She gets me, but..."
He paused, and took another breath. "Not the way you do. No one has ever...I've had, you know, things before, and after the last one, I'd kind of decided to go really slowly. You can lose people so fast. But...I don't want to lose you."
"The catsuit, well, I'd picked her up onset. I can't really do spoilers but she blew me up and that's not a euphemism, and she's smart and I knew she'd know what I could do to...well, I guess they call it wooing, without scaring you off."