At least they'd agreed on something. A bed was a wise choice and if nat was tired, she should definitely go and be in it. Clint's bed wasn't as often used as his nest of blankets and pillows downstairs, but it wasn't uncomfortable either. It had it's own fair share of bedding. Apparently it was just a thing Clint was into.
Still, when they got to his house and through the door, there was Lucky waiting there for them, his tail thump thump thumping against the wood floor because he was the best dog and he was happy to see them all. And the blankets were all there too.
"Alone or with us?" He asked Natasha, because she might have changed her mind. And they could all use a nap, he figured. Any time was a good time for a nap. Maybe she'd feel better, pressed up against two people who so obviously cared so much.