Clint slipped into silence, not certain what to say. It wasn't that Sitwell was a bad man, that wasn't it at all. For an Agent, he was pretty all right. He certainly wasn't the worst, in any case. Clint just didn't want him as his handler. At least on his solo missions. The Avengers were currently under the guidance of Maria Hill. And damn, she was going to kick his ass half way across the country for him stealing her access, he just knew it.

He pushed the sandwich away. He'd eaten half, which was more than he'd managed in four days. It would do for now. He'd get his appetite back when his emotions didn't feel like they were jumbling around inside him, like it was a spin cycle. "He's not you."