Natasha had once told Clint that he was the only person who could get away with calling her 'Tasha', and it was true. The only other person who would have been allowed to call her that had died longer ago then she really care to admit to. But it was nice, familiar, and just made her feel somewhat normal. It was when he put his hand on her gloved one that she looked behind her, just also looking around to make sure that no one else was around at the moment. "Do you want me to leave so you can rest then?" she asked wondering, it was inevitable that soon they'd have to go out and she didn't want him over tired because she was stopping him from getting the rest he needed. However, as much as she didn't want to really admit it, the small physical contact between them was actually welcome.
So, Natasha took it as a cue that she shouldn't leave quite yet. She took a few steps forward and used her left foot to shut the door behind her giving them a little more privacy. Clint would always be free to tell her to get lost, but somehow she got the feeling that right now it wasn't the case. Not that she was really expecting anything to happen as she shut the door, it just made being, well, normal a little easier without having to constantly wonder if someone was eavesdropping. Just a habit she'd picked up in the paranoid adventures of the Black Widow.
"I'm okay." she admitted trying to give him a bit of a grin as she adjusted her hand a bit so that she could run her thumb over his. The whole concept of an actual meaningful...whatever it was that was going on between them, wasn't totally lost on her. Natasha sometimes wondered if it wasn't better to just back away, keep those walls up to keep either of them from getting hurt, but right now, this little tiny bit she was allowing herself was okay for the moment. With her free hand she tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. "Just got done decimating the new dummies in the training room, so now I'm checking on you." she admitted with an ever so slight line of humor in her voice. "Mind if I sit?" she asked wondering.