"Now, don't make me go all jealous boyfriend on you."

Clint took the opportunity gladly to steer the conversation away from too intimate exchanges. The cold autumn air awaiting them on the viewing terrace further helped cool things down until they would have arrived in their retreat. At least he didn't feel like pulling Natasha in the next dark corner and make her moan and writhe under his hands anymore.

Leaning on the high balustrade seaming the terrace, he spent a few quiet minutes watching the arrival and departure of dozens of planes, numbers and names listing down in his mind like on a monitor. As hard as he was trying to indulge in the curiosity and admiration he had once felt for these powerful machines... The melancholy wouldn't leave.

Maybe it was better that S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't let him anywhere near his beloved little Falcon baby. Probably he wouldn't even be able to start the engines without another flashback. Aside from the never leaving sadness and guilt, anger swelled in him. As if it wasn't enough, everything this Asgardian bastard had done, the destruction he had left... That Clint couldn't even really enjoy one of his biggest passions like before, made him furious.

"Maybe should just grow a pair of wings", he murmured. "Would make things easier."