[Natasha levels him with a look that clearly states to stop being an idiot.]

If you think for a second we'd want to be anywhere else, I'm going to call the doctors in to start checking you for brain damage. You're not supposed to scare us like this. That's our job, remember?

[Her tone softens at that, a hint of good-natured teasing slipping in, because while she's as worried as hell for him, finding him here alive and knowing he'll recover is a bigger relief.]

Besides, even if you told Clint he couldn't, he'd just camp out in the ceiling above you anyway.