Clint turned his head to her, more than surprised by a kind of affection they usually didn't show in public. Though the wagon was fairly empty and no one seemed to be watching... He knew it couldn't be easy for Natasha, and bit by bit he began to realize how important it really was for her to help him. To be there for him. He just had to allow himself to accept that.

"Sometimes I feel like going out and try rebuild it all with my own two hands", he murmured tiredly, his lips just quickly touching her forehead to thank her for her concern. "But that won't bring the people back who died in these buildings."