Following that order should be easy enough. Looking at Natasha was one of Clint's favorite hobbies, after all.

Instead he found himself lock his eyes on her hand, and his, after he took it over the distance of the small round table. She was always there, always understanding, that was why he trusted her with this trip... But sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what she really thought when another situation like this happened. He wasn't the man she had got to known and appreciate anymore.

"Sometimes I feel like there's nothing left of me but this. Nothing but fear and anger."