Near Death Confessions Don't Count
Clint’s been doing this gig for a long time. He knows the risks of what he does and he has contingency plans in place for when the worst catches up with him.
But as he watches Pietro give up hope, as he feels the air get thinner with every breath, he’s filled with regret. They’re a could-have-been, a should-have-been and Clint can’t die without letting him know it.
“We could have been great. I think we would have been happy together. We should have been happy together.”
Pietro doesn’t get a chance to reply before huge green fists rip the door to the air-tight chamber open and the Avengers frantically check them over for injuries.
It’s not until much later that Clint gets a chance to speak to him alone, finding Pietro making his post-evening-run sandwich in the kitchen.
“So..kid. I know you’re new to this whole Avengering business but there’s this unwritten rule that any and all oh-god-I’m-about-to-die declarations are never spoken of again in the unlikely event that you, y'know, don’t actually die. So..are we good?”
Pietro takes a huge bite out of his sandwich before nodding.
“We are good.”
Clint exhales in relief but Pietro isn’t quite finished.
“You can pick me up tomorrow night for our first date. And wear something nice. Not sweats.” Pietro winks. “Yeah. I think we’ll be good.”
That’s not exactly what Clint was going for from this conversation but, yeah, he’ll take it.