She can't help the fact that his smile softens something about her. Her blue eyes a little less sharp as she looks him over; still a disaster, but one she's glad to see. Her lips curve a little and it's nowhere near as sweet as his, but it's- something. Most people wouldn't notice, but Clint knows her a little better than most.

Natasha slowly moves in closer, comfortable with leaving him to struggle with his fluid as she tried to work out how this went. "Deerington. Some weird version of Maine. Or a dream. Still not quite sure which."

She wouldn't admit that to just anyone, but well. It was just off enough and just unreal enough and she knew what dreams felt like, that way it clung to your skin. Even the peaceful parts. "And now here you are." Whether that made it more or less likely to be a dream, she didn't quite know. But she was a little glad for the company, even if he vanished under her fingertips.