Clint might wondered how long he'd keep this up if he was capable in the slightest of higher thought at the moment. Since he wasn't, he'd wonder about it later. At the moment, it was just reaching completion that was all he cared about.
Everything seemed far away except for Natasha and the little world they were in at that moment. In a shower. They really weren't a particularly romantic couple.
"Come for me, Nat," he managed in her ear, muscles on fire but unwilling to go over the edge alone.