Yes, so that's a perfectly good reason to throw yourself in front of an anomaly. We've all died before. Does that mean it's my turn next time?

Stop being flippant, and stop being pedantic. You died.

[Her voice almost sort of breaks there. Oops, Natasha. Step up your game.]

You're lucky you came back.

I don't know, Clint. I don't know how this system works. All I can tell you is that not everyone comes back.

[Natasha sighs softly, curling up on herself a bit. If he had died and not come back, she doesn't think she would have ever forgiven herself. But then, if she'd tripped and Clint hadn't turned back to help her, she doubts he would have ever forgiven himself, either.]

Whatever you think about your worth to the team, we need you here. [There's a pause, and then, much more quietly:] I need you.

[It takes her a while to respond, too, because for a moment, she's just stuck rereading those last couple of lines, at a complete loss for how to reply.]

I don't pat egos. You know that.

[That's the easy part. As for the rest...]

And I know you would. I...

[Ugh. It's rare that words fail her, but here she is.]

You scared the hell out of me, Clint.

Don't. You don't need to apologize. You saved my life.

[And he's saved her life before, of course, but he hasn't died for her, and she's grappling with it. She can't help but feel guilty, even though she knows she would have done the same for him in a heartbeat. Natasha just doesn't want to lose him for the millionth time. Sometimes, she thinks he's better than she deserves.]

Thank you.

We'll come as quickly as we can. It shouldn't take too long if the weather clears. Try to stay warm.

[That gets a smile out of her.]

Hooray. Stay safe.

[And she's totally going to bug him later.]