Taking the mug, Natasha took a sip of the drink, then let out a soft sigh. Even though she could taste every molecule of chocolate and marshmallow, there was still something comforting about the drink. She needed comforting, especially if she was going to deal with her partner and her brother.
"No one's testing any powers," she said, her voice sharp. "No metaphorical dick measuring either. Castiel, put those things away." She shot Clint a look, but it wasn't one of disapproval. Rather, it was a smirk, one that belied that there was more to come. "Clint, keep it up and you'll be punished.