Natasha lets the blade sink in with Clint's squirming, going from a sharp whisper to a hot red line as she draws it down his back. The move is steady, confident despite the way her chest tightens.

Clint trusts her. She reminds herself of that, using the knowledge to steady her hand.

"Doesn't it?" She asks, calm. "Isn't that what this is all about, our actions coming back around? That's why we're here. Allegedly."