“True. You’re definitely the most focused person I know... at least when you want to be,” Natasha teased. She couldn’t help but smile at him when he mimicked her stance, her earlier worries fading. This was Clint; even if he had decided to move on he... oh, who was she kidding? He wouldn’t, not without a fight, not without definitive proof that she wanted to end things which he was simply never getting, especially not now.

“Right. I would hate to ruin my hardass image,” she replied, no matter how badly she wanted to just throw her arms around him. “Then they will all think it’s okay to hug me.” Which would not go over well at all.

Calling them kids was a bit odd, though, considering some of them were probably older than she was. The blonde didn’t look that much younger at any rate.

Natasha hesitated a moment following his invitation. She had hoped to talk to him alone, but that could always wait, right? Not that she was putting it off or anything. “I haven’t eaten since I flew out, so I’m starving,” she said after a moment. “Cafeteria?”