"I would do whatever I wanted to do."
She thinks about Fiji, with crystal waters and white beaches- she's never had to kill anyone in Fiji, and it retains its magical innocence.
She thinks about hang gliding over the endless blue.
About fresh lobster and margaritas on an open patio.
His soft lips on hers as she kisses him in the moonlight.
"With whoever I wanted to do it with."
And she thinks about Clint.
Tousled blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.
Strong arms, calloused hands, the smirk that fixes everything.
She leaves Tony Stark to contemplate his life, not letting him see her smile.