( Clint turns away, as much as he can. Talking about it to Natasha was one thing, laying himself bear in front of this man he barely knows is entirely another. But it's out, now, and he's asked the question, so Clint has no choice but to respond. When he does, it's slow, and in a detached voice, as though he isn't connected to what he's saying. )
He emptied me out. Put something else in. When Natasha saved me, it was like waking up.
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He emptied me out. Put something else in. When Natasha saved me, it was like waking up.