Of course he was going to suggest that. Samantha had brought this matter to him knowing the end result was inevitable, and theoretically, she was prepared for that, otherwise she wouldn't have even brought it up. Her problem was that she just didn't like new people. There was nothing wrong with them, assuming they were who they said they were. But how often did that happen? They'd gotten lucky with the team they already had and even that hadn't come without its problems, as predictable as some of those problems tended to be. Troy might as well be a replica of Thor, right down to the unfortunate family connections, though he seemed to think his brother wasn't going to cause them any real grief this time around.
Samantha wasn't going to hold her breath on that one.
Thomas, when he was here, was as much of an asset as Peter Parker, but ever since his wife had been killed the kid had been understandably more absent. There was Peyton, who was a little too stubborn sometimes but otherwise, just like Carol in all of the best ways. Samantha didn't often have many good things to say about anyone who wasn't Sam, but it was hard to think of anything bad to say about Peyton. The girl took care of her sick mother and also took care of her own shit, which Samantha had to respect. And there was Nick, her ex, who she had nothing good to say about and would just as soon say nothing about him altogether.
There had been some who've come and gone over the years, for one reason or another. A revolving door, so to speak, with the two of them as the constants. Yet while she and Sam might have come into the Avengers and helped form it together, just like Cap, he was the de facto leader. And unlike Natasha, Samantha was less inclined to challenge that authority by playing sides and going behind his back on something if she ever saw a real need for it. That was maybe the most crucial difference between her and Natasha, in a very small list of differences that only got smaller the more time went by. For as much as Samantha had gotten used to working in the shadows over the years, she'd never do that here. Not to Sam.
So yes, it hadn't escaped her notice that they could probably use another body or two on the team even if things were a little slow at the moment (you never knew when the next big attack would happen, or where it would come from), but she hadn't only brought this to Sam because he was their leader. She didn't just see the need, she was ready to vouch for someone in particular, and that was a whole different ball game. She needed the encouragement of someone she trusted implicitly and who knew her well enough to be objective, which last she counted, was only one person.
As was likely intended, there was indeed a small wrinkling in her nose, however brief. Samantha had never done well with change, and he would know that better than anyone. Inviting not one but two new people into the fold was already too much change for her taste, though arguably only positive. From what she'd observed of Jack, his personal life might be one huge mess, but he was more than capable for the fight. Like Clint, he seemed to specialize in thinking outside the box. And not that she'd admit it, but the way he seemed to really try with his niece only endeared Samantha to him further. Likewise, Holly may have had more tough breaks than the average twenty-something, but she was a survivor. Samantha couldn't actually find a good enough argument not to take her.
"I'm not peeking in his window, thank you very much," Samantha retorted as she gave his shoulder a friendly shove before crossing her arms and chewing on the rest of Sam's suggestion as she watched him melt the butter, trying to ignore the knowing look from her best friend. "Do you really think that's a good idea, bringing on two new people right now?"