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Clint remembered everything. There was no blessed amnesia to go with Loki's brainwashing; he was present the whole time, though not in control.
And he remembered everything he had told Loki.
"I told him," he said. "About the hospital. About Drakov's daughter. I couldn't... couldn't stop myself. Nat, I'm so sorry--"
She cut him off, her voice brusque but her hand warm on his thigh. "Don't apologize, Clint."
He had never understood how she could hold a grudge so gloriously but could forgive him before he even asked for it.