[He moved in to hug her, arms out. He'd back off if she moved away, but he had a feeling she would let him. There was so much he wanted to say to her. So much he wanted to respond to. He'd known that they could do it. He'd believed in every last one of them, even Stark. Knowing that he'd died and all of them had come through and the world was safe... he was okay with that.]

Nat, I need you to understand... [He paused, trying to find the best way to word this.] It wasn't just anything. It was Barton and I'm not just going to sit back and let someone just... take one of you like that--not when I have a shot at them.

[Clint and Natasha were family. End of discussion.]