[She lets her head rest against his shoulder, her fingers tangling with his as she curls close against him.] He is rather squeaky, is't he? Don't fret about it, Clint. He'll learn better. Impressions aside, you always come through when and where you're needed. He'll figure that out.

[She grins at his reply, finger poking him lightly in the shoulder this time.] It's about time you admit that. Does this mean I get to come home after a long day of assassinating to find you making me dinner in a frilly apron?

[His admission gets him a green gaze narrowed intently on his face for a moment, reading his expression.] Well. That's interesting. Looks like I'll have to tell little Loki we don't have to worry about you and your bow anymore.