Natasha grunted when Loki kicked her, causing another burst of pain to run up her leg. She might have cry out or screamed in pain if didn't know that was exactly what Loki wanted from her. She looked up at the god and opened her mouth to speak when Clint walked it. She met his glassy eyes as he narrowed them and asked when he was needed to kill. Her eye twitched but any of response to his question was easily covered. She was afraid of death, even death at his hand. She lived every day knowing that she could be taken out by some threat. Friend or foe, it didn't matter, she had always expected. What she was worried about, was Clint. It was one thing being killed by someone who you thought was a friend and killing someone you knew was your friend.

She set her jaw and looked at the two of them, "So soon?" she asked with a small smile on her face, "After you went to so much work to getting me here. Getting on the hover carrier, knocking me out, getting Clint and I off the hover carrier, locking me up and away, even going as far as breaking my leg to make sure couldn't get away... Just to have him kill me... hours for ... I've been awake for what? Ten minutes?"