Natasha sat up on the hospital bed. She had been given the okay to move around the hover carrier as long as she did so in a wheelchair with someone to take her. Clint stood that the side of her bed, she was still in vast amount of pain but she was no longer on morphine and her panic attacks had decreased. She reached out and grabbed Clint's arm as she lifted herself off the bed. She winced as she put pressure on her still healing leg and quickly took a seat in her wheel chair. She closed her eyes tightly and took a moment to calm down as the pain slowly faded. When she was comfortable, she sighed and looked at Barton. She gave him a soft smile, he had been making sure she was getting out of the room often, knowing that she hated being cooped up in one place. She also knew that he felt like he had to make it up to her. She grabbed the small hanger that held her IV and medications and rolled it over to her. She looked up at Clint, "Where are you taking me to today?"