"Well, she wanted to invite us for diner anyway. She'll be happy to help us out with every question we have."

Clint smiled up at her and rubbed his cheek against her belly a little, lightly enough to not disturb her if she was still feeling unwell.

"You make your call, I make mine, deal?"

He sighed a little and tried not to think about how this conversation would go. Fury wouldn't be happy that they weren't even thinking about going back to the States just yet. Clint would happily leave that discussion to Natasha.