"Watch out, too much optimism can be a danger to your health," she mumbled and carefully leaned against him as they somehow settled against each other in their hold on the jet. He was warm, even in the thick flak gear, and she realized that the last time she got to do this was over two and a half years ago. Rusty didn't even begin to cut it. She snorted a laugh and shook her head where it sat against his shoulder. "Wow. You trust the ex-HYDRA, ex-Avenger, spy-turned-bounty hunter. Not really a comforting set-up, Barton."