"It's been months," She said, and she was really proud of herself that it didn't come out as a sob, and that the stinging in her eyes hadn't turned into tears. She squeezed him harder but eventually let go, pulling back out of his grasp. "I've been here for fucking months, I thought you were dead!" She said, that anger slipping back into her voice before she points an accusatory finger back at Hawkeye.

"And then out of nowhere you show up trying to kill my fucking friend--" Which, suddenly reminded her, and she shot a look back at him. "Did he hurt you?" She demanded angrily.