Clint was in his apartment getting ready for a solo reconnaissance mission on suspected domestic terrorists. Word in the wind was that they were planning a big hit on a political summit in the coming week and it was SHIELD's job to make sure nothing bad happened, publicly at any rate.
As he packed up his gear Natasha's voice was almost incessant.
"Don't forget your sunglasses."
He grabbed them off his dresser and stuck them on top of his head.
"Yes, Tasha."
"Did you pack a spare clip? You don't want to run out of bullets- you can't pull them out of people like arrows and reuse them."
He double checked his ammo bag- all there.
"Yes, Tasha- I know. I-"
"Did you memorize your cover story? You know how important it is to not fuck that up."
"Yes, Tasha. I'm a political campaigner who is there to see the summit...I have to go. I'll be back next week if everything goes well."
"Bye, Clint. Be safe."
"Bye, Tasha."
