"Hey," Clint said as if he were about to impart some big state secret. "I'm a nice guy. I see no reason to start being an asshole." He smirked as he gave Nat a one armed hug.
One cheeseburger and chocolate soft serve with sprinkles later, Clint had led them to a park bench. "So this is why you do the tread mill." As if he didn't have his own extreme workout.
He glanced at Nat with a nebulous smile on his lips. The rest of his expression was neutral. "You and me? We're friends. We've been through too much. You met my family before anyone else knew they existed." Hell, he and Laura named their latest kid after her. "Lines got drawn back home. Didn't sit right with me. Didn't sit right that I got stuffed into a high security super secret jail either. Thing is, what makes us friends is we aren't afraid to have our own opinions. Sometimes they don't mesh, and that's okay." He shrugged. "Figured you should hear it."