Natasha: That spider is more scared than you are.
Clint: [Standing on a stool holding his bow] Oh, really? Did it tell you that?
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“Hawk?” she mumbles quietly out the side of her mouth.
“I’ve got you, I’m your eyes in the sky, Tasha.“
This is the first time she’s ever been dependent upon someone else to keep her safe. She doesn’t like it, it makes her twitchy. But if she were to trust anyone, it would be Clint. He did, after all, save her life.
Clint: Steve! Steve, she’s got a gun. Steve, it’s pointed at my dick!
Sam: Would you rather it was pointed at your face?
Clint: I know it makes no sense, but yes!
[Natasha points her gun at Clint’s face.]
Clint: Not really.
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