Clint’s brows furrowed deeply as Natasha spoke, and by the time she was finished there was no mistaking how touched he was by the whole gesture. This was not the work of a day. She had to have made multiple trips, had to have planned carefully and memorized just where everything went. It was incredible, and it left him with a highly indescribable feeling.

“I... I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to go back,” he said quietly. “Wasn’t sure there’d be anything left to go back to if I did.”

With her standing like that, her arms folded and looking almost defensive, he couldn’t really do much so he reached out one hand and gave her shoulder a gentle push. “Thanks.”