Natasha had never asked Clint about that. Most likely because she didn't have to; no reason to ask a question if she was already very sure of the answer. Attention and gifts didn't come without strings, not in their lives, and if now-ancient Petaluna Kingsley had been Clint's version of Justin Hammer once upon a time, there wasn't a need to make him rehash it. She was creepy about Clint, weirdly possessive, and Natasha had been doing this long enough to understand what was spelled out beneath the gesture. Her dislike of Natasha was directly tied into that, though Natasha hoped that wasn't going to get in the way of sponsor gifts, once it became clear that she and Clint were allied and would be sharing anything that happened to come through. (Provided they both lasted long enough to start getting gifts, anyway.)
Though they would also be dragging Steve along with them, too, if everything went according to plan, which dragged Natasha's mind sharply back into focus. Bucky. Bucky was Steve's mentor, and Natasha could never have come right out and ask for an alliance, because everyone would smell something fishy with that. She and Tony had worked out a better, more subtle plan than that, and the more people who believed the story she needed to spin so that it would take root in Steve's ears, the better. It had to be planted, and here was the first opportunity to do so.
It was almost a relief to think of it. Here was a task in front of her suddenly, magically, something to concentrate on that was so much less of a mental minefield.
Her mouth twisted in a smile, something a little bit closer to wry as she looked at him. "No, I'm pretty sure she hates me for very specific Clint related reasons," she said, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. "Which is a little ironic at this stage of the game. Normally I'd probably relish rubbing our situation in her face a little more, but joke's on me this time. She might end up with him all to herself after all."