Natasha nodded only slightly at the offer. Following Clint’s movements with just her eyes she could see the tension in his body, hear it in his voice. She knew what he was doing, how he was taking all of this on his shoulders. She knew not because she was really alert enough to see it but because she knew him.

“Good,” she said, taking a sip of the water when he held the straw near her lips. She didn’t try to take it for herself, just let him help her; he was one of the few she would let do so.

She was pleased the entire ordeal hadn’t been for nothing though she knew there would be reprimands waiting. Still, as Clint said, all things considered it hadn’t turned out bad.

“What they give you?” she asked, laying her head back on the pillow after taking a drink. Clearly her reasons for being out of commission for a while were obvious.