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Surprisingly, Clint had a better time getting around during busier times of the day. He could feel the flow of people around him and (generally) they were nice enough not to let him get pushed around by the current. It was guiding, the way people brushed past him and Clint was finding it wasn’t so bad-
"Aw crud-" he grunted after landing on his rear. "Gimme a break, would ya? Look where you’re going." The blond grumbled to himself.
Steve reached out a hand to stop the fall of the man he'd just bumped into, but he was a second too late. "Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going," he admitted, and that was when he got a good look at the man. "Oh, Clint?" He quickly held a hand out to help his team mate up; then thought better of the action and helped Clint to his feet anyway by pulling him up by the hand. "Sorry, again," he said sheepishly.
