Clint had just bitten the boy when the wind carried a scent to him. Seconds later that voice reached his ears and he pulled his head back. It couldn't be. She was dead and he was finally going mad. He spun quickly, using the kid at a shield and to hide his face as he peeked out from him. His eyes widened in shock and he slowly shifted the boy, forgetting his face was still vamped out.
"....Natasha...?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.