Clint could vaguely remember that they had this conversation before... many years ago. Only their places had been reversed back then. No matter how hard Natasha had tried to push him away, convince him that it was useless... He had never stopped believing in her. And she had not disappointed him. He didn't owe her any less than trying the same.

This wasn't the place for deep discussions, so he just pulled her hand close and pressed his lips to her palm.

"I'm trying. I'm not the giving up type, at least that I can say for myself."