Stunning, gorgeous, lyrical prose. I think I must have read this at least a dozen times now and it just keeps getting better. It's like a beautifully wrapped Christmas present with an even more beautiful gift inside. So many layers. So much done with so little. Exquisite.

Also hot. Like, needs it's own warning label hot. This line in particular:

turns out Clint Barton can hold his breath for a really long time.

annnnnnnnnnnnnd I'm dead. Just leave me here. No, really. I'm good.

Perfect. <3