"Hey, wanna spar?" she asked. He was sure she didn't know what she was doing, but it was happening all the same. His heart starting beating harder, and flashbacks of Loki making him fight Natasha flashed through his brain. He had seen the videos SHIELD had. Loki had been planning to make Clint kill Natasha. Clint knew that Loki was gone from his head, not controlling parts of his brain anymore—but he couldn't help but worry that he was going to kill Natasha. After New York, many of her nightmares involved him hurting her, and he didn't want to make those nightmares a reality. 

So he shook his head, and tried to breathe right.

"Is this because of Loki?" 

He nodded. He sighed, and sat on the couch. 

"You won't kill me. Even if you tried, I'd stop you. You know that."

He did know that she would probably stop him, but it wasn't a definite. 

"I can't spar right now," he said. 

She sat next to him on the couch, entwining their fingers. Clint could hear the steady rhythm of rain pattering against the building. He felt at ease. 

Her gentle voice comforted him: "We'll get through this."

Author's note: This chapter was inspired by a headcanon/imagine sort of post on tumblr. I forgot the source though :// If you recognize this idea and you know who came up with it, please tell me so I can give credit! Thanks, and I hope you're enjoying reading this :)