Your muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does yours react?

Her hand shoots out, snagging Clint’s wrist. The fear-haze of the dream still clouds her mind, but she can feel him, his concern, and drags in a deep breath.

“Okay. I’m okay. I’m awake now, I’m okay.” Having that physical touch, to ground, helps. It’s odd that it’s Clint, not Tony or Loki, but that’s fine. He’s made it pretty clear he wants to belong with them. “Stay with me?”