[Natasha lays her hand on Clint's shoulder when he bristles. Not that she doesn't understand his reaction or share in it to a certain extent, but getting defensive is not going to help matters any.]
Neither one of us tend to disregard anything Coulson says or does. [The reply is mild, but there's a firmness behind her words. Her lips quirk faintly as she decides perhaps she should amend that for the sake of honesty.] Until we need to, of course, but he usually trusts our judgement to a certain extent. I apologize if our making light of the situation has given you the wrong impression. It's a humor we tend to fall back on instinctively in times like this.
[Not that they had many times quite like this to compare them to. Then again, during their stay in Luceti 'ridiculous' and 'impossible' were being redefined on a daily basis.
She turned her gaze to Coulson then, her expression serious.] Whatever you'd prefer to do, sir, we'll work around it.
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Neither one of us tend to disregard anything Coulson says or does. [The reply is mild, but there's a firmness behind her words. Her lips quirk faintly as she decides perhaps she should amend that for the sake of honesty.] Until we need to, of course, but he usually trusts our judgement to a certain extent. I apologize if our making light of the situation has given you the wrong impression. It's a humor we tend to fall back on instinctively in times like this.
[Not that they had many times quite like this to compare them to. Then again, during their stay in Luceti 'ridiculous' and 'impossible' were being redefined on a daily basis.
She turned her gaze to Coulson then, her expression serious.] Whatever you'd prefer to do, sir, we'll work around it.