Natasha looks Clint over very carefully. He's older than she remembers, holds himself differently. It doesn't take her long and she bites back a sigh. "I'm glad. I know that you two wanted more children and I hope that Laila remembers to teach your boys that they should never pick on their sister because she can kick their asses."

She tries for a smile, letting him know without words that she'd have liked to have him with her when going up against Pierce, Rumlow, and the rest of their cronies. "Well, I did have Steve, Sam and Fury, so I guess I can't complain about it too much. Although, I got shot again, and you know how much I love that."

Her smile turns genuine as she folds the dress over her arm. "You didn't just come in here to help me buy a dress, did you, Clint? That seems like such a waste of your talents."