Clint's been told what happened in the world after he was pulled- here. Wherever "here" is. He knows that, somehow, he's still back home taking care of his family. He knows he took a deal to return home and stay with them. He doesn't remember any of it, since the last thing that happened to him was falling asleep on the Quin after Cap busted them out of the Raft, but he's been told it happened.
It makes no difference. Clint has been in the village for so long that sometimes he forgets how long it's been - he knows this isn't his life, that he hasn't been here a fraction of how long he's been alive, but it's just been so. damn. much. time. He hasn't seen his son learn to talk, hasn't been to soccer games, hasn't touched his wife, hasn't braided his daughter's hair, hasn't done anything in close to two years. He's wired. He's angry. He's frustrated with this whole fucking mess, and now hearing about Thanos and what happened with all of that shit, from both Nat and the kid-
-Well, the anger had been dying, unable to last against the plodding monotony of life in the village. Wake up, work hard, scrounge for what you could, sleep again. He knows Tony had only been doing what he thought was right, could admit that neither Steve nor Tony hadn't approached everything from the best angle, knew they were being set up and played against each other, and he'd really thought all of that was done and gone. But then Peter had turned up and everything had broken wide open again, first learning that Tony had brought a sixteen-year-old to a goddamn superhero fight and then learning about the chaos and horror that had engulfed their world while he wasn't there to do a damn thing to stop it. The anger came rushing back and had been under his skin simmering for two months, waiting for a target.
So when Steve finds him and tells him about the new arrival, Clint makes sure to hunt him down. There's not too many places it'd be logical to find Tony, and the forge is the second place he looks - and when he sees the billionaire there, he doesn't hesitate. Instead he marches straight in and with no words and no warning, decks him with a powerful left hook.
Reforging
It makes no difference. Clint has been in the village for so long that sometimes he forgets how long it's been - he knows this isn't his life, that he hasn't been here a fraction of how long he's been alive, but it's just been so. damn. much. time. He hasn't seen his son learn to talk, hasn't been to soccer games, hasn't touched his wife, hasn't braided his daughter's hair, hasn't done anything in close to two years. He's wired. He's angry. He's frustrated with this whole fucking mess, and now hearing about Thanos and what happened with all of that shit, from both Nat and the kid-
-Well, the anger had been dying, unable to last against the plodding monotony of life in the village. Wake up, work hard, scrounge for what you could, sleep again. He knows Tony had only been doing what he thought was right, could admit that neither Steve nor Tony hadn't approached everything from the best angle, knew they were being set up and played against each other, and he'd really thought all of that was done and gone. But then Peter had turned up and everything had broken wide open again, first learning that Tony had brought a sixteen-year-old to a goddamn superhero fight and then learning about the chaos and horror that had engulfed their world while he wasn't there to do a damn thing to stop it. The anger came rushing back and had been under his skin simmering for two months, waiting for a target.
So when Steve finds him and tells him about the new arrival, Clint makes sure to hunt him down. There's not too many places it'd be logical to find Tony, and the forge is the second place he looks - and when he sees the billionaire there, he doesn't hesitate. Instead he marches straight in and with no words and no warning, decks him with a powerful left hook.
"Asshole."