“Yeah. For another hour, maybe.”
Behind them, the quantum tunnel flared to life. Through the trees, he saw Steve Rogers step out, shield on his arm, beard gone, chin high. Natasha wasn’t there. She would never be there. But Clint felt her hand on his shoulder for just a second—light, certain, gone. avengers-endgame
Clint nodded once. No speech. No grand vow. He just picked up his bow from the dock—the one he’d set down five years ago—and the string sang under his thumb. “Yeah
They walked toward the light.
“One more fight,” Clint said.
“You look like a ghost,” Clint replied. “Yeah. For another hour