Clint sighed, trusting her to know what she needed, and he turned in her arms, coming back to himself in this safe space they created.
But he couldn't relax just yet. Not when the magic was still in the air.
He spoke the incantation slowly, in measured tones, and when he was finished, he pressed his lips against Natasha's temple and returned her embrace. "You always take such good care of me," he murmured, fondly.