Natasha smiled as he pushed her in the wheelchair. Having to drag the hanger with all her medication made it quite difficult to leave the room on her own. So, she was thankful for those who popped in and took her out of the room for a little bit. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to get up and walk. She couldn't wait until the doctor deemed her well enough to go higher floors. It was killing her, not talking to the others about Loki. The doctor and Clint both refused to allow anyone to discuss Loki with her, not wanting her to suffer another panic attack. However, she didn't know where he was, what he was doing and she was scared that he was going to take Clint again... That he was going to make him kill her. 

She relaxed in her chair and looked up at Clint, "Why did it take you getting taken over by some evil god bent on killing me and me almost dying for us to realize our feelings?" She asked, laughing a little at the absurdity of the question.