Natasha and Clint
"Must be that," he said with a completely innocent look on his face. "That reminds me. I owe Banner a hug."
He was aware that Nat worried. Clint worried about her, too. It was mutual silent worrying business. So long as neither of them made a big deal about it they would be fine.
"Speaking of..." he made a grabby gesture to her left hand. "Let me see the bling. Again. Make sure it isn't turning your skin green."