"You threatened to kill me over idle curiosity about if a sniper's bullet could take off a vampire's head," he said, watching her. "Then when I tried to lay low to get off of your radar, you broke into my cabin, stole all of my guns and ammunition for someone who didn't need them, then ripped into my throat and fed from me without my permission. Was all that suppose to make me love you or something?" he asked.
It always surprised him when she showed him a gentler side to him. Something he always reacted to by provoking her. This time though... "The only decent thing you have ever done for me was making me into a vampire to save my life. But after I felt like I finally had enough control over myself where I wouldn't kill the woman I love, you bring down the prison and she was taken from me." It was an extremely rare moment of vulnerability Clint was showing her. Why he was showing her he didn't know. Maybe because he was tired of constantly egging her on. In the past it had been in the hopes that she'd get pissed off enough to kill him so he could die and maybe be with Natasha. But now that he knew she was alive...
"With all of that, how could it lead to anything but me hating you?"