Natasha barely heard the chaos and commotion that was still going on around them, didn’t even notice as SHIELD burst onto the scene. She tried to focus on Clint’s touch, an anchor keeping her grounded.

“Tell me,” she murmured, but even that seemed too much. Turning her head to the side she coughed again, blood spattering the floor. Of course she remembered, but she wanted him to keep talking so she could focus on his voice until the medics arrived. She couldn’t say much herself but she could still listen and his voice was familiar, a comfort, and the one she always wanted to hear when things went bad.