Kate & Clint
If she had ran Clint wouldn't have gone after her. He'd stand by his word, let her go. Forever. It was her choice. He could live with it. He's had to learn how to live with worse, but that didn't mean it was what he wanted.
"There's space then there's avoidance, kiddo." Clint raised his brows at her with a hint of a smile on his lips. "One's okay. The other is being a coward, and I don't think you're a coward."
No, it wasn't all right, but it was a start. Clint was satisfied with it, could work with it. Let her come back around to him when she felt easier about it...if she ever did.
"Kate, sometimes friends don't agree with each other. Nat and I were on opposite sides of things back home. It felt like three different kinds of hell, but we respected each other's right to have our own opinions. Our own thoughts."
Clint took a chance. He reached out to put his hand on Kate's shoulder. "It's okay if you don't agree with me. I'm full of shit most of the time anyway. That doesn't mean I've stopped being your friend. It takes guts to stand your ground against a friend when you think you're right, but I want you to do it. Not run from it."
He gave her more of a smile and a squeeze on her shoulder. "The best thing to do is exactly what you said. For everybody." And he planned to have words with one more person then he was done. "We let it go and move on." It wasn't worth holding a grudge. Not here. Not trapped like they were. Clint didn't want to lose friendships because of stupid shit that wasn't going to mean anything back home anyway. "Okay?"