Standing might have been a fairly generous description of what Clint was doing, seeing as as soon as Natasha said his name, he turned a little too quickly and fumbled his footing. He didn't fall (that was for later) but he definitely wasn't making himself look like some kind of smooth badass either.
Then again, there was no telling about whether or not that other version of him was a smooth badass either. He was apparently just likable enough to keep himself in some sort of lasting relationship. And what even did that mean?
"Hey," Clint said -- because he was in fact Clint, so a reply was probably necessary -- even as he got a better look of Natasha as well. She was different too, he supposed. Not a lot, but enough to notice. "It's you."