[There are certain moments when it hits home that Natasha has gone through the same sort of training as he has, designed to help push through pain and carry on regardless, and this is definitely one of those moments.
He doesn't bother replying to her for now, he just bends over Clint and follows her advice. It's hard, tying him up with only one arm, and so it's probably not as secure as he would like but it'll have to do. He doesn't follow the second part of her advice, though, just coming to crouch next to her and ever so gently brush her hair from her face.]
You're dying.
[No point sugar coating what they both know.]
--do you want me to...?
[He leaves it unfinished, heavy between them, but the offer is clear. He'll kill her out of mercy if she doesn't want a lingering death, it's the kinder thing to do, though it'll tear him apart to do so.]
pretend I said broom rather than knife
He doesn't bother replying to her for now, he just bends over Clint and follows her advice. It's hard, tying him up with only one arm, and so it's probably not as secure as he would like but it'll have to do. He doesn't follow the second part of her advice, though, just coming to crouch next to her and ever so gently brush her hair from her face.]
You're dying.
[No point sugar coating what they both know.]
--do you want me to...?
[He leaves it unfinished, heavy between them, but the offer is clear. He'll kill her out of mercy if she doesn't want a lingering death, it's the kinder thing to do, though it'll tear him apart to do so.]