They waited until Natasha finally cried herself to sleep in Thor's bed before calling the rest of the team back to the living room. Steve has tried his best not to show his emotions on his face, but the younger man was plainly stricken with insurmountable guilt and fear. He had thought it would be much longer than this before anyone else on the team picked up on his new habit and, even then, he had assumed Natasha would see the signs before the others. Now he was faced with a reality he had not considered - telling his teammates that in the midst of trying to help Natasha recover, he had developed a different form of what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Tony has just finished cleaning the living room when Steve and Clint appeared. He began to ask how Clint was holding up before Steve raised a hand and told him to wait for the other Avengers to arrive. So he offered the men drinks and poured himself a scotch; Clint had been inclined to accept his offer, but somehow knew that Rogers wouldn't allow him the luxury of being any less than fully present for this discussion.

"Lady Natasha has fallen asleep in my room," Thor announced loudly, letting out a long sigh afterward. He was closely followed by Dr. Banner and, soon, the whole team, minus the sleeping Widow, was assembled in various forms in the living room, all looking a little worse for wear than they had in the previous weeks.

"I got the blade from her," Steve said, placing a small razor blade on the table.

"Did she tell you where she got it?"

"From my bathroom, they are replacements for my razor. That's not why I called you to the living room, though," he turns around to look at Clint, who was visibly squirming on the couch. Steve turns back to the team after giving Clint a classic Captain America raise of the eyebrow. He even briefly considered not telling them at all, given how much stress they had all been under because of Natasha's need for care, the team was exhausted, but Clint was more important than a few hours of sleep, anyway. "Clint, do you want to tell them?"

"Nope."

"Okay, I will. Clint has fallen into some of the same destructive patterns as Natasha - he has been burning himself purposefully with cigarettes."

"What the FUCK, Legolas?" Tony nearly spat his whiskey back out into the glass. "Did you not see how absolutely addicted she is and how much stress this is causing the whole team? What, did you think it would be a great idea to add to that? To make this worse? And god forbid we get called in, now we've got two of you to babysit."

"You don't have to babysit me, I can handle myself."

"Clearly, that's not the case," Tony stated, rolling his eyes. Thor sighed thoughtfully next to Tony, while Steve continued stealing glances at Clint out of the corner of his eye.

"Can I examine them?"

"That's not necessary."

"You are not even using a sterile object, there could be an infection. Please, just let me take a look," the doctor's tone was exhausted and pleading. The team had been through a lot in the past few days and he had never imagined that they would have figured it out so quickly. He had so many questions about how things would change because of this incident: would he be under surveillance like Natasha? Would they let him go on missions? Worse still, would they tell Natasha? This was not even a possibility he had begun to entertain or even consider. She could not handle the stress of his issues on top of trying to solve her own issues and surely the team would see this and not tell her. Clint did not have the history that Natasha did with injuring herself, so his mind could not consider that he could get around whatever precautions they put in place on him and he felt his only form of punishment slipping through his fingers. His voice was panicked and shaking when he finally spoke.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Of course not," Steve said quickly. "She does not need this on top of everything else that she is going to have to deal with in the coming days."

"Unless," Tony began. "That's exactly what will make you stop this bullshit. Why did you choose to start it, after everything she's been through anyway?"

"One for every day she's dealt with the trauma I caused."

"Every day since New York? But you only found out a few days ago."

"I started a few days ago and made up for lost time. Listen, guys, this is different. She does not deserve the punishment she's giving herself, I do. I did terrible things to her."

"Whether or not we want to admit it, Lady Natasha has also done bad things. She has killed people and some of them were her age at the time. You were under my brother's control, as she was under their control. You are at no more fault than she."

"That's not true."

"Yes, dammit. It is. Neither of you did what you want to blame yourselves for."

"Even if I didn't, if I could absolve myself of that guilt. It's me she's afraid of and me that makes her flinch to be around. It's me that is a constant reminder of what she has been through and it's my face she sees when she screams in the middle of the night. You can't change that. None of us can."

"So what does burning yourself do to help her? To help any of us?"

"It helps me live with what I've done, Tony. You wouldn't understand."

"Oh really? Because I knew about her self-harm from the day you asked me to bring her pills to her at SHIELD. And she still ended up needing stitches because I didn't do enough - none of us are innocent in this, but causing more pain does not do anything but make things worse. Now, let Bruce check you out and if any of us EVER catches you doing this again, we will tell Natasha and SHIELD about your little habit before you can even do a damn thing about it."