Holy frack, lady. It's like you went for my heartstrings right through every scifi romance vein in my body. Just - I have tried to figure out what I can say in a comment, but nothing seems appropriate enough to encapsulate just how much I love this. That we never know Clint's first name, that Natasha grants him the name for herself (and in doing so, for him), that we never know if it was supposed to be this way or if he's changing everything too far sideways, that the pull will tug on us as well as we wonder but that we won't answer it.

LADY, MY HEART. What have you done to it?