You were supposed to be in prison. [He'll list it out.] You were supposed to be dead. You were supposed to be hiding in plain sight. You were supposed to be dead again. How many times are you gonna make your brother mourn you?

[As many times as he's going to mourn Natasha, every day of the rest of his life?]

I'm just fine. [This little hiccup aside. The still-healing bumps and bruises and cuts and scrapes of the past few days and Yelena's thorough beatdown aside. He doesn't sound fine, but if the flavor of panic has changed, if the grief twists different in thinking of different deaths and different guilts, that can't be a bad thing, can it? If he's fine, then Loki will think twice about doing a damn thing.

Tony's here. Bruce is here. He hasn't even seen Bruce. At least he's still alive last Clint heard. Tony's a complication. Loki's also a complication, but an unwelcome one. His eyes keep going from Loki's face to his hands, a back and forth to assure himself of his standing with the god.]

You don't scare me anymore.

[It's hard to tell in this moment if that's actually true. But he enunciates it clear as day.]