Matt couldn't wait. The people they love and care about, the city itself needs them to keep going. It's a tough lesson, one that reminds her why Clint wanted her to keep away from this lifestyle, back when being a superhero meant nothing but going out each night, doing a good deed and coming back home with a happy conscience.

Now, Kate is starting to understand how different things are. How this never stops, doesn't let you sleep, doesn't even allow you to accept a moment to rest even though you really need it.

She shifts, moving to sit on his bed, against his hip, as her hand stays lightly over his torso. A silent request for him to try and stop. At the same time, her thumb keeps stoking those knuckles of his, the ones she's used to seeing bloody and sore.

"I'll call Cherry, okay? I'll talk to Pete, too. Hell, he probably heard all about this on the news already." The news had been vague when Kate allowed herself a minute to check them, every channel, every piece of social media a copy paste version of the same statements, she explained. By now, however, she wouldn't be surprised if things changed. "I know you have a hard time delegating tasks, but we are a team, remember?"

But Kate herself needs that minute.

Holding his hand with both of hers again, she slowly held them up until the back of his fingers touching her forehead. Almost as if she was praying.

"You scared me shitless, Matt."