Natasha clung to his fingers, grasping them in her warm grip, blinking sleep from her eyes.

It was stupid to say but she felt safe around him, usually she was the type of woman who could easily fall into a light sleep with her fingers wrapped around a gun or a blade hidden under her pillow, yet that's all it was a light sleep. However with Clint around she replaced the gun with him and didn't have to worry about being awake enough to get up if she needed to, kowing that whatever came through the door she wouldn't have to face it alone.

She exhaled a quiet sigh, forcing eyes open, teeth biting at her torn lip. Too close, her hand under his pressing against his heart, feeling the beat under her fingers. Even when he moved his hand she kept her hand there, finally curling fingers into the material of his clothing just for something to hold onto.

"I'm sorry" The mumble was lazy, forced out between soft breaths. "About everything.. I don't want you feeling awkward or anything. Or treating me any different." She lazily shrugged, wincing at the straining muscles, fingers re-gripping over his heart, shuffling closer as a shudder rolled down her spine. "Got more than you bargained for".