This too was familiar. His odd sort of - not rivalry, really, but inexplicable dislike of Clint. In fairness, it was more or less mutual, though sometimes she suspected Clint just liked having someone to snark with. It was weird to imagine a world where she and Clint went to Vormir together, though she can see it. The love between them wasn't romantic. But he was her family.

Unless it was romantic here.

It was like a twisted sense of déjà vu and she couldn't quite catch up. It wasn't a feeling that she liked.

"Clint wouldn't lie about what happened." Her eyes shifted back to him when his voice dropped and she gave her head a little shake. "It must have been odd to come back after all that time passed in the blink of an eye. We can only do what we can do. I get it. There's work I should be doing back, uh, in my world, but." One shoulder lifted in a shrug. "I don't know if I can get back there. I don't even know if I can exist here."

Oh yeah. She was going to have to hold that existential crisis firmly at bay.