She was close enough to feel her shudder, just the slightest bit. Clint's arms immediately tightened around her, cheek nuzzling the top of her head, to remind her it was okay, that he felt the same and that it was okay. That here, in their small little protected world they could weak and vulnerable. Because they never were.

"I'm here, red. I've got you."

It was the same she had told him earlier and though for her now it might not be a nightmare but just the opposite, he knew that was something she couldn't hear often enough. He had always had her back, from the moment he had shot an arrow through her shoulder.