As always Clint seemed to understand; she wasn’t ignoring what they had shared, she just didn’t want to start the conversation until they would have time to finish it. Part of her didn’t want to start the conversation at all, true, but she knew they had to talk. Clint was her best friend, the most important person in her life, and she would not allow this to come between them because she was a coward.

“We should probably pick up some donuts on the way back. If Fury is aware of this joyride we can use them as a peace offering,” she said after disembarking the helicopter. “What do you think: burger and fries or an old fashioned vendor hot dog?”