[It's said with fondness, no sting in the words, because her calling him that is more an endearment than anything. She listens to what he says, both about the incident with Loki and his expectations back home. Wishing she'd been here does no good; what's done is done. She knew that sort of rage, just as she knew the dangers of giving in to it. She doesn't miss the way he curls into himself, can't lift his head to meet her gaze, and that tells her more than anything what he's thinking right now, so she nudges him again, then lays her head against his shoulder, her arm snaking its way around his waist as she tugged him close against her side.]
Going after him alone with no plan, no back-up... that was foolish. You're smarter than that. Better. Although I can't say I didn't want to do the same when I heard about you. When I heard about Coulson.
[Loki had proven himself to be a master of finding the best place to strike that would do the most damage. Even her, in some ways, and that was not so easy a thing to do. Although the buttons of guilt he'd tried to push hadn't been the ones that had compromised her, in the end.
She nudges him again, picking her head up to look at him, her gaze firm.] Don't do it again. Don't think I won't kick your ass and tie you up somewhere if you so much as consider it.
[Natasha let her gaze drop to his arms when he mentions being caught. She's not worried - he pulled his bow on her upon entering, after all, so obviously he's not hurt as badly now as he was.] You're not, though. Far from it. You've been training. A lot. [Yeah, Clint, she noticed that.]
You don't have a cell. Not for that. Actions taken under that kind of situation aren't going to be held against you. That wasn't you, Clint.
Re: [Action | Tuesday, November 13th]
[It's said with fondness, no sting in the words, because her calling him that is more an endearment than anything. She listens to what he says, both about the incident with Loki and his expectations back home. Wishing she'd been here does no good; what's done is done. She knew that sort of rage, just as she knew the dangers of giving in to it. She doesn't miss the way he curls into himself, can't lift his head to meet her gaze, and that tells her more than anything what he's thinking right now, so she nudges him again, then lays her head against his shoulder, her arm snaking its way around his waist as she tugged him close against her side.]
Going after him alone with no plan, no back-up... that was foolish. You're smarter than that. Better. Although I can't say I didn't want to do the same when I heard about you. When I heard about Coulson.
[Loki had proven himself to be a master of finding the best place to strike that would do the most damage. Even her, in some ways, and that was not so easy a thing to do. Although the buttons of guilt he'd tried to push hadn't been the ones that had compromised her, in the end.
She nudges him again, picking her head up to look at him, her gaze firm.] Don't do it again. Don't think I won't kick your ass and tie you up somewhere if you so much as consider it.
[Natasha let her gaze drop to his arms when he mentions being caught. She's not worried - he pulled his bow on her upon entering, after all, so obviously he's not hurt as badly now as he was.] You're not, though. Far from it. You've been training. A lot. [Yeah, Clint, she noticed that.]
You don't have a cell. Not for that. Actions taken under that kind of situation aren't going to be held against you. That wasn't you, Clint.