Watching him through barely opened eyes, Natasha’s lips curled up into the faintest smile when he raised his head and blinked at her, bleary eyed. She had no idea how long she had been out or how long he had been here with her, but if she had to hazard a guess she would say that he had been here as long as she had.

“You... look like hell,” she croaked out, her voice a scratchy whisper. Swallowing, she took a deep breath and winced, her eyes going shut again. She’d been through some bad scrapes but this was definitely among the worst ones. “The mission... we salvage... anything?” Their original mission had been blown the second Clint took the wrong mark, but in doing so they had stumbled upon something much bigger. Then, of course, it had all gone to hell but maybe some good had still come out of it.