There were so many things he could address. Shifting timelines - maybe even alternate universes? It was real sci fi shit, which Clint wasn't exactly an expert on. It was mind bending, interesting, upsetting. She came from the future. Maybe not his future, but a future. How could that be?

And not just her, but the rest of them. People they had both known were here, and their experiences matched, but only to a certain extent, was that what she was saying? And Loki. Of course, Loki. He heard her breeze over that - he heard everything she said, and he digested it because he could. Shocking information, but he had heard worse.

Of all she said, though, there was one thing. He put his coffee down and turned towards her. Sometimes, when he looked at her as closely as he did then, he was reminded of how young she was. Just a child, really. When he worried about how she needed to learn to take care of herself it wasn't because he doubted her capabilities in anything; he simply thought that she didn't, exactly, know how.

As a favor to me. Those words were ringing unpleasantly in his ears. "What did you trade me for, Natasha?" He asked. He cared not that she had changed things, that she had saved him - he trusted in her that if she could, she would. But not, never, would he want that to happen at risk to herself.