"Turn on him?" She echoes him, and there's a note of incredulity in her own voice as Tony tells her this. Does he know what he's asking of her? Does he understand what that means? If anything, Clint grows more tense at her side, more agitated, angry, defensive.

Natasha brings her pistol up, the barrel aimed at Tony, her hands steady as she stares him down. She feels Clint shift beside her, coiled energy and a hint of surprise, but her gaze never leaves Tony's.

"And if I do believe you, he dies. That's what you're telling me, Stark?"