Samantha narrowed her eyes, more playfully then it was resentful in the end. Only Sam could ever successfully bring out that side of her. As if to prove this point, she reached around him to take a few pinches of said fresh sage and flicked the pieces at him. Hey, if he wanted her to be his kitchen helper so bad, this was what he got. "I know what you're doing."
An accusation, but far more resigned then it was serious. They both knew that Samantha, and more importantly Natasha, would never turn away Clint of all people. The mere fact that Samantha had even come to Sam with this was a pretty clear indication that she saw the need for it, not only would they always be in need of bigger numbers, but they would always be in need of a Hawkeye. Barton might never have seen the value he brought to the team, but Natasha did, clear as day, and Steve would have to.
So yes, she knew that Sam had caught onto her. It just wasn't that easy, warming up to the idea of new people, even if Clint wasn't exactly a stranger to them. Jack Strange was, even after observing him for weeks. Sure, Samantha knew his daily routine by heart at this point, probably more intimately than was socially acceptable. She knew where he worked, who he spent most of his time with, the places he liked to eat. It wasn't the first time Samantha had gathered information about someone, but it was the first time that it wasn't strictly professional. It would always be personal for them where Clint Barton was concerned, which should have made it easier for her to come around to the idea of letting him know she was here, but it didn't. The girl had trust issues. Not something she could adjust to over night, Samantha had to stew in it a little first.
"And Clint's no Thor at a frat party, but he does have his moments." The corners of her mouth flickered in a smile against her will, watching Sam as he carefully tended to the food on the stove. Samantha had stopped being surprised a long time ago at how well he knew her, but even after all these years it still struck her as if it had happened without her knowing. She really had done a terrible job at keeping her cover.
There was nothing wrong with a messy personal life, objectively, it just wasn't something Samantha could relate to, but it was also very Clint. Observing that this Jack Strange may be more like Natasha's friend in that way was somehow more unnerving than if he'd been Clint's polar opposite. "He's Holly Strange's uncle," Samantha finally offered with an all-too casual shrug. Holly wasn't technically an Avenger, but most of them knew her. She used to run with a group of younger vigilantes, before the virus took most of them. "Probably should have seen that coming."