[okay rude, she's a little upset that you don't just trust her--and she's also pretty perturbed about the amount of people she's added to her life that can just break into things? Namely her things? Like--two weeks ago she had probably zero people around her that actually could break into her apartment. Now she's got at least three.

And, well, she doesn't have her apartment. So--

It's a win some, lose some sort of situation. But then Natasha just--pivots and Kate is playing catch-up again. She's starting to see some similarities between Natasha and her sister here, and she wonders absently if it's the Russian thing, the Black Widow thing or just a growing up together thing]

Uh, questions. For you. Right! I don't--want to ask anything that's too off limits. I mean, I figure you've got a ton of like Avengers secrets and stuff.

[she takes another drink of her latte and then:] Clint told me he didn't shoot you. That it was the best shot he ever--didn't--take. He misses you.

[wow, that's not a question at all, but for her Clint's sake, she feels like she had to say it]