Natasha looked at Clint as he walked over to her and smirked, speaking words with venom. She looked at him and matched his smirk, "We'll see about that."

She held his gaze, she wondered if she gave him one good wop to the head, if they'd make it out of this alive. She doubted it. Loki had every intention on killing Clint, he was just seeking maximum damage and somehow figured out that that was her. They had been partners for years and in their line of work, dating was increasing difficult. Running off on dates for reasons of 'it's classified'. Where do you work, 'it's classified'. Can you tell me at least what you do, 'Sorry that is level 5 information... So, it's classified'. People liked honesty in relationship and that wasn't exactly something their line of work would allow. Unless that person was on the same level as you. Not to mention, she thought, getting back on her previous line of thought, Clint was too close for her good leg to get a nice hit on him. 

She moved slightly in her dangling position, her shoulders now starting to scream. She winced as her leg joined on the yelling. She bit her tongue, don't play their game... It doesn't hurt.