Natasha sighs, runs a hand through her hair. "Tell me... something good. Anything." She's not begging, she's not. She just wants to hear one thing that will give her a little bit of hope. One thing other than the fact that Clint is here with her, because that already gives her hope. They can handle anything together. If there's one thing she's certain of in her life, it's that.

Not that her certainties have been panning out, lately.