Once she had handed off the info, Natasha let herself collapse back against the seat and close her eyes. Unlike Clint she hadn’t slept a wink, and as the adrenaline faded the exhaustion was finally catching up with her.

“Can I assume this counts as our official debriefing and that we’re free to go when we get back?” she asked once Clint had confirmed her story. She would probably be expected to stop at medical to have her wound properly tended, but she trusted her own skills and if she could she would be putting it off until after she slept.