"Damn it, Clint! You scared the shit out of me," she replied. Her hands skimmed his face, his bare chest and arms; the need to make sure he was alright and real before her was overwhelming. However, thankfully, he passed and Natalia let out another sigh of relief. If anything had happened to him, but no, she wouldn't think about it now. He was alive and seemingly unharmed before her. The only difference in his stature was that he was obviously thinner than he had been before being transported to that dirty cell.
He kissed her again, more gently and tender than her original lip lock she laid on him. Her arms went up and wrapped around his neck, keeping him close, their lips together, until her lungs burned in her chest. Only then did the former Russian spy pull back, but even then she remained close to him, body pressed against his despite the dampness still clinging to his form. "I was worried I wouldn't see you again either. I can't lose you Clint. I just cant."