"I wouldn't know, but it follows what Barton always is going on about."

She puts a lot of stock into what Clint thinks about things. He's probably the closest thing to a best friend Natasha has ever had. Not that she'd ever call him that. Admitting attachments is the first step in having them used against you in this line of work.

"I'll give you my burner phone's number."

She slides it across, written on a napkin with the same care she had handed over the pastry.

"You're alright, Miles." Is she smiling? Perish the thought. She most certainly isn't just barely turning up the corners of her mouth at this kid.