Since coming to Preya, Natasha's biggest regret was that Clint wasn't there, too. She knew, though, that he needed to be home. Laura and the kids needed him, and she would never take him away from them. At the same time, Clint was the closest thing Natasha had to family, and she missed him desperately, though she'd tried to deny that, and ignore the thought of never seeing him again - after all, it wouldn't help to dwell.
But now there was a different Clint Barton in town, one who seemed to have some reason for coming to Preya, at least, and she was interested in knowing his story, and seeing if there was anything of her friend in him. She had agreed to a spar, and so she ended up at the dojo he'd given her the address to, wearing a light jacket that covered the tank top and yoga pants she wore. As she stepped in, she glanced around quickly, then let her eyes rest on the man that stood at the far end of the room. She took off the jacket and hung it on a hook, but didn't come any further into the room, content for the moment to study him.