Bobbi had no idea of course what Clint was thinking - what she was thinking was that Clint had been the one who had taught her the best places to stash weapons. Granted SHIELD had instilled in her the need to hide weapons everywhere, but Clint had been the one who had show her the best places to stash things for easiest access. He might drive her absolutely insane at times, but he had shown her a few things.
She ignored his comment about her being talkative - she was always talkative. Usually she had something sarcastic to say.
"Clint ..." She sounded not as exasperated as she wanted to sound he pulled her into his lap. It was 2:30 and she had to get up in a few hours to go to work. She was glad he was alive, she really was, but she needed to sleep. "I have to sleep, I don't know what time it is, wherever you just arrived from ..." She shifted slightly in his lap, twisting so that she was facing him. She leaned her forehead against his; "I need to go to bed, and you need a shower." So really she knew she should get off his lap and go get him pillows and blankets, but she didn't move.
Clint Barton was going to be the death of her. Or at least probably keep her from sleeping tonight.