Her own arms tightened when his did, and she just enjoyed feeling him against her. Twenty years and somehow he still felt the same as her memories, maybe even better than her memories.
A moment later, her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain as her skin was pierced, and she gasped, instinctively grabbing one of his arms. "Clint...?" She didn't want to die - couldn't die, she needed to stay alive for James - and this...it didn't hurt nearly as much as she thought it should.