( Chances. Something a younger Clint Barton had wasted a lot of. Fury had handed him one, and he in turn had offered it to Natasha. He thought he was done with second chances. But now he wanted one, more than ever. And he knew Steve had given him something, the beginning of something, when he'd trusted Natasha and taken him along, today. There was a debt, there. And it sat uneasily on Clint's shoulders. )
I don't have a problem taking chances. But I like having earned them.
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I don't have a problem taking chances. But I like having earned them.