It had been based on understanding. They both knew what it was to be controlled, used. To be someone else's weapon. Things Clint knew a thing or two about too. Natasha considers in passing they could start a club—they all hated that shit. The thought gets a snort out of her, though she doesn't explain what's funny.

"You should be able to meet him. Actually meet him." She hopes he will. They're two of the most important people in the world to her at this point. Clint saved her life years and years before she saved his. He was the one who gave her the chance to be a hero. "You might like each other, once you get the chance to warm up. Takes a little while to win guys like you over."