“You were meant to be watching him!” Natasha scolded Clint. The aforementioned man sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his crooked nose. He had come to the compound to visit the twins now that Pietro was awake, but he was sorely regretting his decision.
“I swear to God, all I did was get a coffee!” Clint responded, showing her the cup of steaming liquid in his hand.
“He needs to rest,” she continued her rant, pointing to the empty bed for emphasis.