Natasha watched Clint closely. Even on a bad day, he showed little to no emotion. Now, however, he looked like a wreck. They were I the middle of Central Park, waiting for Bruce to bring the Tesseract to Thor and Loki. Clint was staring at Loki, who glared back. Natasha looked closely at the silver contraption strapped to the god's face. She thought about it for a second, and leaned over to whisper in Clint's ear.
"What's with the silver muzzle? Wouldn't duct tape have been just as effective? It's silver too." The change in Clint's mood was almost immediate. A slow grin spread across his face. Natasha chuckled to herself.
"Yeah, yeah it would." Clint said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. Natasha leaned her head on his shoulder, and watched as the two gods disappeared.