Her touch and her words, that was just what it took to calm down at least for the moment. There would be plenty of more crying to do. Nothing had been solved and depending on what they decided, this state of fear and uncertainty could last for another six months. A thought that had Clint shudder and quickly shove it away for later. At least for the moment they were alright. Maybe because they knew and had decided to face it, just like everything else in their lives.

Natasha's lips were dry and her skin red from crying, so he decided to take care of that first. Much other than making it comfortable for her and be her shoulder as soon as she needed it wasn't in his power right now. He pulled her up carefully and helped her sit on the tub edge, then he soaked a washing clothe with lukewarm water and gently placed it against her cheeks to cool them.

"I've made you something", he murmured, hesitating, not sure how her stomach was doing right now. "How about a small bite? And then we can sit on the balcony for a while if you like."