[ She hears it -- she doesn't care much for it. Nor does she care much for the way he calls her 'kid'. ]

Considering that I've been trotting around with the name for awhile now, I have the right to resent that statement.

[ and because this... this guy is questioning Clint (how does that even work, really) barely a day after the older Hawkeye had asked her for a team-up, Kate finds that her blood is up ]

As for what Clint was was probably thinking, he was probably remembering that I had the guts to get my bow back [ well, Clint's really and then hers after ] after he'd confiscated it from me [ lost it to him in a bet, but she isn't going to go spilling that to this grumpy old dude ] the same gear Captain America gave his blessing for me to carry because I was good enough to keep the tradition and the name alive.

[ She refuses to look like a teenager throwing a tantrum. She is not going to get worked up about this. Not in front of this guy, anyway. ]

I'm as much Hawkeye as you are. It's not just a name. It's what I do. And since we've clearly established your not my boss, there's no reason I have to listen to what you have to say.

[ The feed cuts from Kate's end, her fingers hitting the 'disconnect' before she can think otherwise.

Yep. A real mature move, that one. But no one's there to see or criticize, so she just kind of buries her face in her hands. ]