The box gifts are terrible but also useful. Useful because... well, that's obvious, but terrible because they're representations of the fact that they can't leave this place and constant evidence that there's always something watching them. This gift especially is one that proves to him just how much they're all being watched.

"My daughter. Lila. It's her favorite toy - she won't go to bed without it, not without a tantrum. Nat got it for her when she was born." The words are without a lot of strong emotion, but Clint's still watching the stuffed animal, a lingering sadness deep in his eyes. He's been here a long time - not as long as Peggy, but close. He hasn't seen his family in over a year and a half. He's honestly not sure how he's doing right now, with all this.