"We're in a suite in Milliways," Clint offers, at her look. It's almost automatic, after Oswin's breakdowns. He breathes a slight laugh, mouth twisting. "Bar decided you weren't going to get any sleep if she didn't intervene. The half-life on the sedative's short enough that it should be completely out of your system in a couple hours."

He flicks his eyes over to Natasha. "I guess an introduction's in order. My security work is for a peace organization similar in scope to groups like INTERPOL. I'm trained in coordinating small groups of people in overcoming the defenses of threats to global security, but I usually use it these days to fix weaknesses, like a white hat in computer security."

"The person making breakfast is my wife and occasional on-the-job partner, Natasha." They've discussed this, but it's still hard to define her job in words that are both accurate and civilian-friendly. "She has a few hats, but she's used to going into tense situations and defusing them from the inside before they can turn into disasters. She also goes into hostile countries and shepherds political dissidents out."

Pause. "And makes a really great omelet."