Carol laughed at that. "I can take anybody in a fight, Nat." She reached for the bottle of gin and making sure Nat's was drained before adding a healthy amount. And the poor woman thought that Carol wouldn't be heavy-handed at something like this.
The confession caught her a little off guard, and she looked up at Natasha and considered for a moment what to say. "I don't know your Clint. I wish I did...but from what I know of the one here and what I'm learning about you, maybe this is a chance to try again? Or at least tell him how you feel." She shrugged, taking a long drink from her cup. "Trust me. You don't want to go through life not saying something like that. I mean...well, you know. Obviously."
She really didn't have to spell it out for Natasha after all of this. Life was short. Carol had never said the words aloud to Maria, and she had to live with that for the rest of whatever this life was. She had already accepted that.
"So awkward change of subject. Again. You know me....I don't know you. If we're going to room together, we need to fix that." She grinned. "So what should I know- and before you go into the covert bullshit. Because yeah, I can tell- I don't care about that. I want your favorite band, what you do for fun, and your opinion on science fiction films."