The eggs were actually quite palatable, the texture making them easier to stomach. Seeing Clint actually clean his plate as well helped, and Natasha made sure to do the same. If they ate little else all day at least they had something in their stomachs.

The meal passed in heavy silence but she couldn’t bring herself to break it. What could she say at this point? She needed more time to think it all over, to run through every possible scenario, but how could she tell Clint that she needed time alone right now?

Thankfully she didn’t have to. He was as lost as she was and not knowing what to do next he made the offer for her. “I think I need some time to myself,” she replied, giving him a grateful look and hoping the words wouldn’t hurt him.