After pondering about it for a few more seconds, Clint pressed Natasha's hand gently and let go off it then.

"You're probably right. I should really talk about these things more with you."

It wasn't any easier being here now, so close where only the first of many murders had encountered, but at least the weight of being stuck had been lifted off his shoulders. He couldn't take it back, no one ever could. There was only moving on, no matter how much it hurt. That pain probably was a part of this atonement thing too.