"That's different," Natasha said, nudging at him again. "Way different than you deciding purposefully to let everyone believe you're dead outside of a few select people and not choosing me to be among them." She didn't really think Clint would do such a thing, but thought it best to underline her point while they were on the subject.

She stayed where she was, watching as he went to retrieve the bottle of vodka and returned to fill her cup, the glass turning a touch colder beneath her fingertips as her supply of vodka was refreshed, then dipping to refill the glass she'd traded him earlier. His words about her being charming and sweet made her smile and she sat up a bit to have a drink before saying, "I think everyone can agree that of the pair of us, you're the charming one." She rubbed at the wet spot her glass had left on her shirt idly as she thought. "Should we get some pizza and beer for you? We could turn it into an all night thing, unless you're tired." World jumping was, after all, strenuous work.