Clint smirked at the redhead. Only she would make such an impossible promise and make it seem plausible enough to actually happen. She would find a way; she was stubborn and determined like that. However, Clint didn't plan on dying tomorrow, but then again, who does plan on dying on such a mission like this? He must have thought it. Otherwise, why had he wanted to see Nat so much? No, he was not a fool. He knew death could be his calling tomorrow.
Her hand landed on his arm and he looked down at the slender fingers, but knowing just how deadly they were. When she pulled away, he caught her hand. It was an unexpected move for the bowman. He never was so bold before. "You should. No one knows more about it then you," he commented. "Nat. I-" He was no good at this.