"Always knew you had a sadistic streak", Clint murmured with half a grin.

He would much rather have spend time hugging Natasha close and feeling her lips on his skin, something so perfectly normal in contrast to all the crying and brooding. But he wasn't of much use to her if he couldn't move to her. And while her hands were evil and relentless when she wanted it, she would be a lot more effective than just trying to smash all the pieces back into places himself tomorrow or so.

So he turned obediently, bracing himself for the worst, and chewed on words that didn't want to come. And here they were back to silence. It couldn't go on like that. The situation was bad enough without both of them making it worse.

"So... Do we give talking another shot? Or do you need more time?"