"Good question," Scott said, the frown curving into a wry smile that didn't quite make it all the way to his eyes. "You'll have to let me know. I'm still working on figuring out what I want." Which meant he was probably the least qualified person to be offering advice on this particular matter, but hey, he was offering something. Everyone else seemed content to ignore the situation. It was a terrible strategy, as far as Scott was concerned. He'd seen what sitting back and hoping something would go away could do first-hand to a relationship, and it was not a road he wanted to see Clint and Natasha go down. Neither of them needed any more damage in their lives.
And it was a simple solution, in theory. But Scott suspected there were more moving pieces to this puzzle - nothing was ever as black and white as it was on the surface. Once you got in close enough to a problem, there were always gray areas to contend with. He just hoped, for their sake, that there weren't many.
He motioned to her depleted wine glass, figuring Natasha was about as ready for a subject change as he was. "Let me get you another glass of this, huh?" he offered, standing to collect both of their drinks for a refill. "And then I can kick your ass--I mean, finish teaching you this game."