Clint didn't quite know what to answer, so he just held Natasha close to his chest and breathed his relief, that the dangerous tension from before was gone, into her still damp hair. Tomorrow, they could talk if they both felt like it. Calmer, after a few hours of rest and thinking, hopefully more rational, with less pain. For now it was enough to know that they could still find comfort and calmness in the arms of the other.

The evening had taken its toll, though, and he hadn't forgotten how exhausted Natasha had been just a few minutes ago. It still hurt to think of it, and it definitely was the best motivation for getting his shit together from now on, for really working on getting better instead of just talking about it.

"You could go to bed already if you want. I'll be with you in a few. Just taking care of the mess."

His lips rested on her neck for a moment before he let go off her to get some paper towels and the wastebin from the kitchen.