Honestly, Clint was expecting the hit the ground, hard, in a matter of seconds. Instead, she turned to face him and said his name in a soft, unfamiliar manner for the Black Widow. Normally, she was a tough agent, hard to read, and at the same token, had difficultly expressing such feelings too. It was another thing they had in common.
I know and I feel the same. The words astonished him; the Black Widow could care for anyone and she had, but to hear it from her astounded him. For a moment, he looked at her, speechless. His lethal fingers were still wrapped around her hand. He raised it to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Her skin was soft and sweet against his lips. He savored it for the brief minutes before he released her. "Just so you do. No matter what."