No, becoming dependent entirely on each other would take their relationship to a level that would turn their lives upside down. It would mean leaving Shield, it would mena having to get an honest job and Clint is anything but a spotless, honest man. It was Shield until he bit the dust, he was not made for pushing paper behind a desk working a shitty 9-5 job.

This was his favourite. She was warm, he got to hold her close and smooth hands over every curve and ridge of her ribs, hook his hands around her hips and hold onto her as if she was his life buoy. Which she was.
Clint smiled up at her, hands indeed returning to her sides, letting her hips moved under his fingers which were straining to grip her and hold her right over the growing problem in his pants.

"I have no plans, none at all. You're my plan." He pushed back a groan at the contact because jesus, it had been too long. Wrapping one hand behind her neck, stroking fingers through her hair, feeling it slip through his fingers like silk. She was truely beautiful, from her vivid hair all the way down to her delicate toes, toes he'd seen crush a mans wind pipe. "I cna show you how much I missed you, and how much I love you." He tried it out, tested the careless on his tongue and it felt far too good to keep to himself, hence why he pulled her down softly until lips met hers and yeah, he was a goner, with hips arching up into hers and hands tangling into her hair.