Clint could live with being hunted down. It wasn't preferable. But it was something that he could live with regardless of what was going on because he didn't have anything to go back too. The Avengers had never been his scene. Even with the time he spent in Arkham as their co-leader, he didn't feel as though he would truly be a part of the team. Not really. A normal fella surrounded by titans, it was easy to see where he got the idea and the doubts of his own ability in that. He didn't belong there. He belonged with SHIELD and when he had gotten home he had all intents and purposes to exercise his ability to be a badass. But his heart wasn't in it anymore. His mind was too far gone on where he had been and what he had that it didn't measure up to this life anymore. He had what other people dream of. He had someone who loved him and someone he trusted. He knew how this story ended and he didn't want to tell Bruce the truth. He knew that this was just a moment and it was not going to last.

He laughed, regardless. Pressing his lips against Bruce's in a chaste kiss before leaning back a bit. "Sounds like a dare...SHIELD doesn't respond well to dares. They take it as a personal challenge." He knows. He spent over a decade of responding to the dares of people who had said similar things. As apprehensive as he was about it. He quietly dared them to take Bruce away if only to put an arrow through their eye socket. Or worse.

There might have been a wink. "I was considering a fern for a housewarmin' gift, but these make better for conversational pieces." Clint didn't want to move. But he knew if they didn't...someone would stumble upon this and it wouldn't be the same response he got from Bruce as he nudged him a little, allowing his hands to slide over him before shifting to sit up a bit more. "We should get movin'."