“Better you than me,” Natasha said with a bit of a snort, though she supposed of the two of them it seemed far more likely, at least to her, that Clint would be the one to eventually settle down if it ever came to that. Perhaps it was just projecting and perhaps, if asked, he might’ve had the same sentiments concerning her, but Natasha had the notion that there was a fatherliness in Clint that some child could benefit from. It was a quality that she herself definitely did not possess.

When he settled in beside her, his shoulders broad enough to infringe on her personal bubble in a way she found more comforting than anything else, she shrugged in response to his question. Her recent time at the Nexus could be described as ‘loitering’ more than anything else, but with the way she’d left things in Washington she wasn’t sure there would be anything but that left to her for at least a few more months. She had not gone home, though she had thought of doing that more than once, if only to check in with Clint. Now she supposed she could put that trip off for a little longer.

“I’ve just got to lay low for a while,” she said. “I’ve been attempting to manage things from here, since I can’t really do anything about my present life I tried a little recon. Things with Loki and the American, since they’re both here.” She moved without thinking then, shifting so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. Against the top of her head she could feel the cartilage of his ear and beneath her cheek his shoulder was surprisingly comfortable. Maybe she really was getting drunk, or maybe it was just Clint. “We’ll have to plan some things out with that,” she said after a moment. “Someday later, when I have a clearer head.”