Clint scowls in concentration and gives it a go before he answers. He can't quite keep his balance, decides he was going too slowly to get momentum, tries again and manages a sloppy version of what Ben showed.

"Kind of. I remember letting my brother take the blame for stealing a bag of candy, and I didn't feel bad about it. Not until he got back at me, so my conscience probably hadn't formed yet." He scowls again, but this time it's softer. "How do you keep your head together? Knowing you're someone else, somewhere else, and still remembering growing up as- as Ben the ice skater?"