The look in Natasha's eyes once more had Clint's heart swell with relief. His hand shortly brushed hers before he went for a first slice of bread to get his stomach to shut up.

"Kick my ass out of bed for a run tomorrow", he sighed, ruefully, before starting on what would probably be the most hearty meal in months.

"Are you feeling better?"

He really tried hard not to coddle her, but all that stress of the last days seemed to have gotten to her a little.