Moving through the doorway, Natasha raises her hands at her sides, a pacifying gesture of surrender that, to Clint, isn't unfamiliar. The first time he'd seen it, it was an act, a game of possum to drop his guard. The second time, he'd brought her to SHIELD. Now, it's something of a private joke, evidenced by the smirk on her lips.

"Easy, tiger," she inclines her head towards him, slowly lowering her hands and turning to close the door.