It was nice being able to give it to the one person he's always wanted to give it too.

"Does that mean I have to call you 'sir'?" Clint's head tilted to the side as he pondered this silently. Clint had...zero military background, while he did have weapons training. It didn't really amount up to what Phil had done with his life prior to Clint showing up on his doorstep. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he walked beside the other man before hanging his head a little. "I just...I can deal with Barney's blood on my hands. He was my brother, but there is no way in Hell I mourned him." Did that make him a bad person? Clint had mourned him a bit. It was more guilt of killing another person than it was killing his older brother at this point. "I don't want yours. I like you too much." Clint nudged him a little with his elbow as he continued walking.

"Okay, I promise not to run. I'll probably start scoopin' out places I could go to during the full moon, but 'll be back before you're done...doing whatever army guys do during the day. Can't imagine your day-to-day life is that difficult, right?"