Clint pokes around the feeds, eyes opening a little wider the longer he watches from the archives, squinting at the image, up at Scott, and then back down again.

"It's a good thing I missed this," he smirks, lop-sided, as he pokes around further. "Not sure I would've been able to resist the temptation." He tinkers around a moment longer, taking note of where it's stored to find it again later to better look through, and then tucks away his device. "You grow up well."