Clint hesitated. Usually he wouldn't even have considered it, but truth was, he felt like a train had hit him. Another half an hour of rest and then two gallons of coffee sounded not that bad, especially since he had to drive soon.

But he just couldn't stand the thought of Natasha strolling through the house on her own. He couldn't leave her alone with this horrible wait.

"What about you?", he asked, his voice not sounding much better than hers. "Think you can fall asleep again? I can just go take care of the kitten and come back..."