It took a large part of Tony’s willpower not to snip right back at Clint. This wasn’t him. His accusations didn’t matter, because they were those of a liar. At the very least, Natasha was willing to hear him out, and that was what mattered. He didn’t want to risk Clint getting aggressive, either, because god knew what would happen if he did.

“We’re not on a mission, Natasha. We’re on a draft, fighting cultists. They have dream shifters, remember? And this is exactly what they do. They wrap your mind around some ideal little world so they can kill you without a fight.”