"There is always a cost for the sort of thing Clint needs. But anything, everything, for this."

"Natasha sits down next to him, her shoulder brushing his, and Clint does not flinch. He flexes the fingers of his right hand. He can control his body enough for this. It doesn't stop him from feeling a crawling in that arm, like ants beneath his skin. He has to fight the urge to pull away. It's not easy."

"Natasha sits down next to him, her shoulder brushing his, and Clint does not flinch. He flexes the fingers of his right hand. He can control his body enough for this. It doesn't stop him from feeling a crawling in that arm, like ants beneath his skin. He has to fight the urge to pull away. It's not easy."

"There are not many people who can do what Clint needs to be done. But anything, everything, for this.

Natasha sits in the back of a good man’s funeral and thinks, he’ll come with me now, if I ask.

Carson's Carnival of Traveling Wonders has been out of business for a long time. Phil finds Madame Drina in Chicago."

Natasha sits down next to him, her shoulder brushing his, and Clint does not flinch. He flexes the fingers of his right hand. He can control his body enough for this. It doesn't stop him from feeling a crawling in that arm, like ants beneath his skin. He has to fight the urge to pull away. It's not easy.