It’d be a long story to explain to him, but she’d do it after the initial shock of her arrival would pass. She could remember it all - how she’d fought with him, shocked him with her Widow’s bites - and just how he’d easily retaliated and shot a concussive arrow her way.
Then, they were both over the edge. He was holding her for dear life, but she was ready to accept her fate. Then - Steve had intervened.
Long story, right.
Clint’s expression was something she’d never seen on him before. The heartbreak, the anguish. Was that her? It definitely was, even if she was still trying to accept it herself.
“It’s me. I’m here.” She murmurs gently, eyes soft as she watches him. “...I told you, it’d be okay.”