Despite his towering height and the broad set of his shoulders, Clint always carried himself with an easy and somewhat clumsy grace. However, that always changed when the bitter taste of jealousy settled in his stomach. The archer quick to emulate the stern set of jaw and no-nonsense stride Cap took on when pissed off as he strode over to where Lance sat at the bar. "This guy bugging you, /babe/...? I can throw him out with the rest of the trash," he offered, cool blue eyes not so cool and calm.
Jealousy certainly wasn't a shade he imagined seeing on Clint. At least, not when it came to him. There had been a pretty plentiful supply of it when they'd been arguing over Bobbi, but she'd put both of them in their place in regards to that, and instead they'd found something with each other. Not that either of them was particularly fond of applying a label to whatever it was. So to hear that tone of voice coming from Clint, the way he held his shoulder so reminiscent of Cap that Hunter barely contained the urge to salute. Instead, he looped his arm around the small of Clint's back to tug him in even closer. "Oh, no need, he was just leaving." And at the first peep of denial from the bloke was met with a look that would have most backing up.
