He didn’t have long, but these days it never felt like any of them had long for anything. No time to think, no time to respond. Action, action, action, and obviously these were the beginnings of the consequences for it. Steve felt like he’d been punched in the gut. The irritation he felt for the brashess of the decision - for how much they’d all been cornered by this - made him feel sick in the stomach and in the mind. How had he been expected to respond? To allow and encourage his friends, his teammates to be collared and used just as he had in the past?
A presence brought him back from the thought just as it came roaring to his mind, and Steve took a deep breath to try to relieve some of the built up frustration. “Barton,” he called to the man he knew was watching him. “I didn’t realize you were here. You...” He could trust Clint, at least in that he knew the man would be frank and honest in his opinion. Steve could use from frankness in the moment. “What’re your thought?” he asked him eventually, turning his gaze to the other blond with a fatigued laziness.