Barton still remembered what he had heard about Leo.
"Two years ago, when I was in New Mexico, I met that boy named Leo."
Barton shook his muddled head hard and looked at Natasha, who had stayed by his side the whole time. He could not help saying,
"Thank you."
Seeing Barton gradually regain consciousness, Natasha finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She immediately untied Barton.
Barton looked at Natasha with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he still asked, "Natasha, how many agents did I..."
"Don't think about it. Don't add to your guilt. Loki did all of it."
Natasha cut him off and looked into his eyes. "They're monsters. We've never been trained to deal with anything like this."
"Loki... he escaped?"
Barton asked with a frown.
"Yes. You should know where he went."
"No. He never told me, and I never asked."
Barton gently shook his head and sat up straight. "But he should be carrying out his plan soon. Today."
"We have to stop him!"
Natasha turned around without hesitation.
"We? Who else?"
"I don't know. Whoever's left." Natasha looked back at him.
Barton set down the cup in his hand. "All right. If I can put an arrow through Loki's eye, I'll sleep a little better."
"You're finally back to normal." Natasha looked at Barton with relief.
"But you're not." Barton stared sharply at Natasha, whose expression had changed slightly, and said it bluntly.
"You're a spy, not a soldier. You weren't like this before. Now you want to go to the front line. Why? What did Loki do to you?"
Natasha looked at Barton. "He didn't do anything to me. It's just..."
She turned to look at the empty wall, her expression complicated and her words hesitant. "I'm wavering. I owe too