Natasha ducked beneath the thick foliage. Most people, most men never were allowed this close to the redhead unless they were part of her mission and it was a requirement. Clint had always been different and she allowed the hold to remain because while neither was good with emotions, she was sure the sight of her grave had startled him just as much as it had her. He had found her dead body. How could she pull away after knowing such a thing? She couldn't and part of her believed that as long as he was locked in physical contact with her, she could defend him, protect him too from death which, in this place, just seemed so much more closer here than anywhere else...even against Loki.
"If you want I could help you with it," she replied. "I know I have an apartment here, but I really haven't been there much since I arrived." It would be best if she had some sort of distraction and helping Clint with the moving targets seemed like a good idea. Besides, this way, she could keep an eye on to him, too. As much as he was worried about her, she was more worried about him. She didn't want to have to dig a grave for the only man who had a big chunk of her assumed dead cold heart.