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Clint’s throat closed.

Behind them, the quantum tunnel flared to life. Through the trees, he saw Steve Rogers step out, shield on his arm, beard gone, chin high. Natasha wasn’t there. She would never be there. But Clint felt her hand on his shoulder for just a second—light, certain, gone. avengers-endgame

Clint stood.

“One more,” Tony agreed. And then, quieter: “For her. For all of them.” Clint’s throat closed

They walked toward the light.

“You look like hell,” Tony said, landing soft on the dock. Clint’s throat closed. Behind them

Clint nodded once. No speech. No grand vow. He just picked up his bow from the dock—the one he’d set down five years ago—and the string sang under his thumb.