He wasn't going to argue with her when she was like this, but he if he could help it, he wouldn't let her take any of the blame either. Her words might have seemed harsh to anyone else, but Clint took a small comfort in them. If he could trust anyone, to be honest with him - even brutally so - it was Natasha. He moved closer to the bed, exhaustion taking over as he moved his hand up from her knee to take her hand.

"It might be a while," he said. "Once they get you stable, you're supposed to get some rest." His mouth turned up the tiniest bit. "If that's even possible for you."