"Well I'm always vaguely annoyed around you," she retorted, but she was smiling - just a little bit. Hey he put her on edge, that was the truth and was the reason why they had separate apartments and had to shuttle the demon-cat between them. And the demon-cat then proved that he was indeed a fiend sent from hell by listening to Clint and jumping off the couch.
She narrowed her eyes at the cat, and gave a shake of her head. "How do you do that - no wait, don't answer that or demonstrate your cat whispering techniques. You can show me in the morning." Because she felt like she was on the verge of a win here, and last time she checked the score had been in Clint's favor. Because he had acknowledged work - that thing that they both had to be ready for in a few hours so that was good.
Getting to her feet (with some assistance from Clint), she was turning to go to the linen closet, when he gave her butt a swat. She spun around, very much not amused, not fake annoyed but annoyed. "Hey - there is no - whoa."
All right so now she was flipped over his shoulder. She glanced down at his rear and gave a shake of her head that she knew he couldn't see. "Not one comment about hauling any extra weight Barton." She supposed in a world where all things were possible that there might be out of shape SHIELD agents - well if there were Bobbi knew she didn't count among then. She did acknowledge that the past bit may have seen some minor stress eating while he was gone.
It was maddening she couldn't live with him for any extended period of time, and she went a little nuts (nuttier) when he was gone. She sometimes wondered how the hell she managed to pass her physch evals.