She'll pretend she doesn't know what he's doing. Really, it's her own fault for not calling and letting Clint know she was coming by. They might have frantically company-cleaned in peace. Next time, boys. Next time.

"It's not your fault, it's their faults for being jerks." Once the coffee's going, she washes her hands. "No, he's really not kidding about that. He's a member of the most famous team of heroes in the world. They've saved the world, well, more often than I can count. Probably more often than I know."

That's a far more respectful tone in her voice than when she was talking to Clint. But it doesn't last. "He show you the Hawk skirt yet?"

She's... really not sure she wants to brave the bathroom to look for Clint's first aid kit. "Where's the bandages?"