Seeing Clint grinning at her was a piece that clicked naturally into place, like a point upon which she could base her center of gravity. She could never look at him and not think about the tremendous debt that she owed him, not because it was something he lorded over her or because it was something she sensed weighted their friendship, but because she was still taken aback by how generous he'd been with her in a time where she'd deserved nothing of the sort. She had spent years attempting to assess the fullness of heart of the man in front of her, and sensed she'd only scratched the surface of who he was and what he would and could do for others. It was staggering, really, and while she might've hesitated to use words like 'blessing', she knew Barton's intervention in her life years ago had been nothing less than a gift.

"Still two hours?" Natasha said, her brows creeping up, though her smile broadened into fullness at the 'deadly' compliment. Never let it be said that the Black Widow couldn't be charmed. "Well, you must've not been here that long, then. You're very nonchalant for someone who has just crossed dimensions. It's pretty spectacular, isn't it?"