Reasonably, Clint was probably more of a mother hen than any version of Natasha. Which stood to reason that yes, okay, he was far more likely to take the 'mom' role and Natasha the 'dad'. How they'd managed to effective adopt a thousand odd year old trickster God between them, he had no idea. He really needed to stop doing that though. "You realise I am a bottomless pit of hunger and you've pretty much given permission for me to eat your 'sorry I killed you' cake?"
He sorta wondered if that would catch on. The apology or condolences cakes. Loki got into enough bother that people should apologise on a weekly basis.
"Hmm," just because no one was in control, it didn't change that there were marks left behind. Which Clint could understand. The getting on and dealing with it part of things was always a little more difficult in practice than it was in theory. "Death sucks though." Regardless of how people get there, it had to suck big time. And even when people weren't getting randomly murdered for this town's sick twisted needs, the general chaos of death was going to bit peoples asses soon enough.
"How're you coming with that cleansing research?" Which might actually help some people stop dying! "Or have we back burnered that while everyone gets the fuck over their new load of angst?"