Natasha looked at him as he explained himself. She was quite surprised when he said that he loved her. She hadn't been expecting that. Nor had she been expecting the strange feeling of warmth that filled her and made her feel like a child. She bit her lip as she watched him, his head in his hands and after a moment, started to sit up. It wasn't till she was about halfway through the motion that she realized how much it hurt. Her head swam, her arm screamed, her sides burned, the cuts on her face stung, and her leg throbbed. Wincing through it all, she sat up. She placed her hand under Clint's chin and made him meet her eye. She smiled at him for a moment before she leant in for a kiss. It didn't last long. Her body was crying for her to lay back down and as she broke the kiss, she did just that. 

Her free hand still shook, while the other clung to Clint's, her heart rate was still above normal. But since she woke up, she felt like she was actually okay. She think somewhat through the painkillers dripping into her body and it was easy to know that Clint wasn't going to hurt her. She moved over on the bed slightly, making a small amount of room, "Lie down... You look awful."