So many gorgeous ideas and phrases in this, like Natasha recognizes the corridor by the sound her hand makes when it connects with the metal and But usually, Clint doesn’t ask Tasha, how many agents? and usually a god doesn’t ask her Is it love? especially, I love those, and I love how you've kept their words verbal exchanges brief but loaded, just as in the film.

“Miss the sound of the engines, too?” and “I shot a couple for you, too.” Fantastic and oh, kids.

I like how you kept the edge of tension going all the way through as well, right to the end line of They’re going to need it, not letting the reader relax any more than Clint or Natasha could.