"You took Tony, and I paired off with Clint. Guess we wanted to divide up the brains of the operation," she said, but it was a weak little joke, now. At least it meant that she'd been spared watching Steve take a dive on Vormir; she would have fought him as hard as she had fought Clint, but she wasn't going to kid herself that she would have been able to get the drop on Steve. She and Clint had taken time to breathe with each other inside the moment, to weigh it out, to talk before they had launched immediately into fighting for the right to - not have to be the one left behind. Steve would have just immediately picked her up and hucked her backwards, far enough down the path they'd come up that she would have had no hope of catching him.
She sighed. She sighed with her whole body, a rise and fall of it, his hands holding firm at her upper arms, keeping her body from sagging all the way down.
"And now we're all here. And I'm not dead, and you and Tony appear to be on at least decent terms, and Clint is from another world, and Thor is drowning, and James - Bucky - isn't blown to bits on the wind. And there's no way out. It's like we're in an enforced time out until we remember how to be a family again."