The truth was, Carol wouldn't actually hurt Clint. Not unless he seriously fucked up. But keeping the threat there was also a means of Carol showing how seriously protective she was of those she cared about, especially Nat. In the short amount of time she'd known her, they'd grown close. And it had been a very long time since Carol had been thisclose to anybody. Except maybe Peter, but that was a very different relationship.
"Yeah, fine." She rolled her eyes, then watched as Nat started to draw in the sand, cocking her head to the side and realizing there was something else there. "Sure sounds like a with him." But she understood about the whole labels thing. She lived much of her life avoiding or hiding labels. Labels had been dangerous, even before the whole mess with the Kree.
She was right, of course. It would all end eventually. Carol pulled her legs up closer to her chest and sliding her arms around them. It was a strangely defensive gesture, even if it subconscious. "You don't have to tell me twice about living in the moment." She smirked and winked. "Even if there's not much living to do around here, sometimes." And she realized how that sounded and quickly added."I just mean, there's not a lot to do..."