I don't know, Clint. I don't know how this system works. All I can tell you is that not everyone comes back.

[Natasha sighs softly, curling up on herself a bit. If he had died and not come back, she doesn't think she would have ever forgiven herself. But then, if she'd tripped and Clint hadn't turned back to help her, she doubts he would have ever forgiven himself, either.]

Whatever you think about your worth to the team, we need you here. [There's a pause, and then, much more quietly:] I need you.