It all happened in slow motion for him.
He'd scrambled to pull an arrow from his quiver but they were all gone.
A silent 'no' passed his lips and a look of realization and fear crossed his face.
Then he was falling.
He doesn't remember much after that.
He'd woken up in the hospital with Natasha leaning over him.
The rest of the team hung back in the doorway, looking unsure if they should enter yet.
"I fell, didn't I?"
She'd nodded without a word.
"How bad?"
"Clint," she paused grasping his hand with both of hers.
"Tasha, tell me."
She saw a uncertainty in his ice blue eyes.
"It'll take a lot of work," she said quietly and he nodded silently.
He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently.
"Let them come in," he whispered against her skin, his head tilted towards the door just slightly.
She shook her head slightly, a slight smile on her lips.
"They can wait a bit longer."