"I'm just saying that if anyone else tried anything like that with her, they'd lose that arm."
"Nat woke to the hushed sound of Tony's voice in the kitchen behind her. She decided to wait a minute longer to let him and whoever was with him know she was awake, wanting to hear a little more of the conversation.
"Everyone needs physical comfort once in a while, Tony," Bruce said in his constantly calm voice. "It's only logical that Natasha would accept it from Clint given the closeness of their friendship."
"Well maybe next time I have a rough day I'll go to Natasha and see how willing she is to comfort me."
Natasha eased herself out of Clint's grasp and stood up, turning to face Tony with a stoic look on her face. "Do you have a preference in which arm you lose that day? I'll make a note," she said as she stepped past Tony and poured two mugs of coffee, knowing that Clint would be awake in a moment if he wasn't already from her movement.
Tony muttered something intelligible into his coffee and Nat simply smiled smugly to herself, taking a slow sip of her coffee before fixing Clint's and carrying it over to the couch where he was just sitting up, pushing a hand through his hair groggily. He thanked her softly as he took the mug. Neither of them noticed Bruce and Tony slip out of the kitchen as Clint took his first sip and Natasha watched his little ritual with a faint smile ghosting across her lips.
"You get any sleep?" Clint asked after he'd opened his eyes. "I didn't really mean to fall asleep out here but I figure you weren't planning on going back to your bed anyways and that you'd wake me if you were."
Nat nodded a little. "Yeah. I got a couple good hours. And you're wrong, I wouldn't have woken you. No reason to."
Clint just shrugged one shoulder. "Better than a porch swing, right?" He teased, his eyes sparkling.
She chuckled softly. "I had the same thought last night." Nat took a long drink from her mug, feeling Clint's eyes practically boring a hole through her as she did. "Clint," she sighed, turning to face him, "I'm fine. Really. It's been a crazy couple of months, but I've talked it out and today I'll fill out my mission report and then Coulson will take me off my suspension. Getting back out in the field is really what I need anyways."
Clint raised one eyebrow skeptically as he looked at her, but simply nodded. "You can't blame me for worrying."
She shook her head a little. "Of course not, and I don't. But I promise I'm not going to go off the rails or anything, alright? Tell you what, I'm going to go write my mission report and then I'll meet you in the range for some target practice, okay?"
He smiled and reached out, squeezing her shoulder gently as he nodded. "Deal. Text me when you're headed down."
Natasha nodded back before standing up. "Will do. It shouldn't take me longer than an hour and a half to write this up, two hours at the most after I talk to Coulson about my suspension getting overturned."
Clint settled back into the couch with his coffee. "It's a date."