"I tried to get back for the wedding," Clint murmured, with a sharp hiss as Natasha cleaned the wound. She nodded, carefully finishing up and finding a needle and thread in the first aid kit. The shock at seeing him alive after so long had disappeared slightly, and now she was just worried about him. "I know, baby. Don't worry about it." She tried for a smile. "Shit happens, right?" Clint's eyes were sad as he glanced at Natasha. "I still should have tried harder." He felt a cool finger on his lips as she shushed him. "Don't worry about it, Clint. I said it was fine."
"I missed the wedding, though," Clint protested, his voice muffled as she put her hand over his mouth. "Shut up," she whispered, rolling her eyes. He tried to argue, but she leaned forward and kissed him gently, just for a moment. "Sorry," he muttered as she moved away again.
Natasha smiled and shook her head. She couldn't be angry at him, not after he'd gone through hell to get back to her. "We'll get married when you're not bashed up and bleeding, 'kay?" She stood up, offering him a hand. "Now, you need to sleep, and so do I." Clint grinned, taking her hand and standing up as well. "Yes ma'am." He gave her a mock-salute and followed her as she tugged his hand gently. The cold metal of her engagement ring touched his hand and he linked his fingers with hers. "Bedtime for Robin Hood."