When Clint started to argue Natasha merely raised her eyebrow at him and he quickly trailed off.  She knew they had both been in worse physical situations before, having to hole up somewhere with no food or water until the coast was clear to escape, but this situation wasn’t like that.  This wasn’t life or death, but somehow it felt just as important.  If they were going to make the right decision then they couldn’t add more elements in that would confuse the situation.

Even if she was quite sure she knew what she had to do at this point.

She knew he didn’t appreciate the pushing but she gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand when he agreed to eat something, at least.  Eggs actually sounded pretty good right now.  Scrambled up they were pretty bland and easy on the stomach, and probably a lot healthier than more toast.

Sliding her arm around his waist as they exited the washroom, she was confused a moment when they stopped abruptly, but the sight that greeted her earned a surprise laugh.  She had forgotten all about the kitten, and clearly Clint had too.  No wonder it had been so quiet these past few minutes. 

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said to Clint, hugging his waist a little tighter a moment before approaching Liho.  “The food looked good, if it’s any consolation.”  Liho tried to escape but Natasha managed to catch her and hoist her up.  “You keep making messes like this and we won’t let you back inside.”