Jess feels, distantly, like she should maybe be doing something to stop this. Find a way to interrupt him or shake him out of it or... Instead, she keeps flushing, sneaking glances at him out of the corner of her eye and trying to hide her grins like a teenager who's never been on a date before.

Which... from a certain perspective, maybe, she kind of is. Please no one point that out to Clint. Ever.

A block behind them, maybe a little more, a red-headed woman casually falls in behind them, following their path. A few stray chords slip in under the background noise of Clint's song, a second song not quite at odds with Clint's but no part of it either.