Clint smiled at the redhead. It was rare occasion when the S.H.I.E.L.D agent actually cracked a grin, but Nat had a way of bringing out the actual man behind the bow. The man who felt, who cared, and was human despite the amount of death he delivered on a daily basis to others. Nat could relate; she possessed a soul as dark and destroyed as his own. It was part of their bonding. It was part of why they saved each other all the time. Clint would always protect Nat though he knew very well that she could take care of herself. She had kicked his ass plenty of times.
"Yes. Just a small one. For supplies. Nothing too dangerous." He stated it all lightly, matter-of-fact like, but deep down he knew it was anything, but that. If it had been just that simple and easy, he wouldn't have so desperately hoped to see her now. No, Clint never faced zombies before, but he was hoping it would go along the lines of Loki's army. Still, there was always a possibility it wouldn't. "I'm glad you're not going. I know you will fight me to the death on that and you're right. I would rather have you with me, Nat. I trust no one else to have my back."