[Natasha gives him a fondly exasperated look.] You just worry about resting and getting better. I'll go find us something to be comfortable on in the meantime. Clint can babysit. Or you can keep him out of trouble. Whichever makes you both feel better. Men.

[It's said with a roll of her eyes, but her tone is affectionate as she steps back from the bed. She flashes a look at Clint, something unspoken passing between them in a glance before she turns and slips out of the room to find them supplies.]