"Tasha, what are you talking about?"
She turned away, instinctively rubbing her arm.
"I don't know. I just- I really don't want you to go on this one."
Clint cocked his head to the side. His intense eyes examined her face.
"Tasha, are you ok?"
She nodded.
He approached her. His hand rest on her shoulder and he gently turned her to face him.
"Look at me." He said softly. It was a plea and not a command.
She did.
"What's wrong?"
Natasha sighed. "It's not me." She said. "There's nothing going on with me. It's just a feeling. I have an awul sense about this, Clint. I- I don't know if it's true. Please, just don't go on this one."
Clint held her gaze.
This worried tone of hers was so out of character that he could not ignore it. Although, he would never, could never ignore anything she ever said anyway.
He trusted her.
He trusted her absolutely. Her intuition and her emotions were included.
If she said don't go, he wouldn't go.
"I guess it's not that big of a deal. Coulson can get Fury to send another agent."
Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"Why would I ever ignore your worry? Of course I won't go."
He pulled her into an ambrace which she readily accepted.
"I can't lose you." She said against his chest.
"I can't die without you."
His face rested comfortably on her hair.
Together they were home.