"On your knees."
Clint had stayed at the back of his mind, watching himself commanded and following Loki's orders like a well-programmed robot. Even Stark's robots had more autonomy than he did right now.
"Tell me everything."
"Do as I say."
Clint had never been obedient.
"Wake up," Natasha ordered in sheer frustration. She had railed and ranted and wept at her partner (by her standards anyway) and still he showed no signs of coming to with Loki gone from behind his eyes.
Finally she sat beside him and asked, "Clint. Please."
He woke up.