Natasha ducked her head to hide the way her lips twitched up in the corner, turning to watch a cyclist disappear behind her. "Long enough, you've got a pretty easy to learn routine, Scott."
Moving in step with him, Natasha's eyebrow arched and she tilted her head, looking at him over the top of her shades at his question of if he was in trouble. "Yes," she deadpanned. "You are. I've been sent to deal with you."
She pushed the glasses back up her face, sort of just enjoying the moment of being able to wind someone up who didn't know her well enough to immediately call her out as playing with them. The problem with Clint and Steve knowing her so well was that it was hard to wind them up. And Tony was fun to wind up, but the fallout wasn't always worth it.