Natasha hovered outside Clint's doorway, silent and hesitant - an usual circumstance for her, despite the early hour. The floor was quiet, but that wasn't surprising. There weren't many early risers here and she'd planned that on purpose. Mostly because she'd spent the entire day yesterday hiding for the most part. Part of her had wondered if she'd be sought out, after the events of everything that had taken place during the Valentines shift, but the day had passed uninterrupted, with her left alone with her thoughts and worries.

She'd woken early this morning thoroughly disgusted with herself, because she wasn't one to hide from her problems, to let doubt and fear fester when she could clear the air with a little courage. So here she was, holding two mugs of steaming hot coffee in her hands and staring at Clint's door while she tried to figure out if this was a mistake or not.

"Idiot," she chided herself under her breath, taking a deep breath and nudging the door open with her foot before making her way into Clint's room, figuring he'd be awake or nearly there.