"I don't want to", Clint huffed, with another shudder, and pressed his lips against her palm when just a few fragments of this last dream came back and left just as quickly.

The walls he had built around certain details of that Italy missions was so thick, he could hardly penetrate it even if he tried. From what he could remember by now, though, he was pretty sure, this wouldn't be the last dream like that. Especially with what had suddenly taken Natasha's and his relationship to a whole new level, this subject would come up again and again. It wouldn't get better if he worked himself up every few nights just to suppress it even deeper then.

Unfortunately he didn't really have an idea what to do against it.

"I guess I should but... They fade too fast."

Without letting go off Natasha's hand, he laid back against the mattress and grimaced a little. Nope, tensing up for hours in a position he wasn't used to, hadn't exactly help hes back issues from yesterday.

"Don't know where they're going. Didn't even know I'm that good with blacking out stuff. Maybe I should pull a few S.H.I.E.L.D. files from the network."

He shrugged a little, not sure at all if he really should. Then again, he didn't even have to consider it further anyway.

"Doubt they'd give me anything right now, though. And if they do, it'll just go to my med file again for them to dissect."