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[ You look like a wreck, isn't quite fair to point out. Natasha lifts a hand to carefully remove the wig and set it on the countertop with her sunglasses, as if this conversation is any easier with her looking like herself. ]

You know how I like risks, [ she replies, flippant as if she's not being hunted just as viciously as Steve is. She's had a lot of practice hiding in plain sight, and she trusts Clint's ability to fly under the radar. ] Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't bring a housewarming gift?

[ Or more to the point, what would she be if she didn't come? It's Clint. Natasha would risk more for his sake. Leaving him alone to ride out the implosion of his life and reassembly of the resulting wreckage was cold in a way Natasha couldn't stomach. She abandons the beer on the counter, crosses to him. ]

Did I miss the tour?