His smile disappeared. "Hey," he said as he gave her hands a light squeeze. "Clint is a crack shot with his bows, but so are you with a gun. Nat doesn't have any superpowers. Neither does Sam so stop that."
He leaned forward enough so he could lift her hands to kiss her fingers. "I only mentioned joining SHIELD not because I think you can't keep up with us, but because you were the one who made SHIELD what it was meant to be, and I thought maybe you might want to be part of that again."