Clint had had a really close call with all of this, and it might not even be over yet, he reminded himself. It probably wasn't, in fact, but still. He had to do something, because when he thought of life without Eowyn in it, well, he couldn't. So, as soon as he'd gotten her text, he'd headed over, and was now poised outside, waiting, and then went ahead and knocked. Okay. Just breathe, Barton. You can handle this.