"I'm not sure you'd fit in my nest," Clint shot back, laughing, then eyed his own plate of waffles dubiously. "Hell, if we're charging the Captain here in waffles, I might not fit in my nest. Damn, I'm going to have to start sparring with the Asgardians at this rate."

He grinned though when the topic settled on Natasha. "She's rather legendary, to be honest. Her codename's Black Widow," he explained between bites. "Originally with the Russian KGB and some other covert projects of theirs but that was a long time ago." Although time in comparison with Captain America was a relative thing at this point. Clint wasn't even sure he'd know what the KGB was. He'd have to doublecheck and make sure the History Channel came on their cable listing. Either that or introduce him to Wikipedia.

"Anyway, she's one of SHIELD's top agents. She's called in when they need stealth and subtlety. No one can get information like Tasha can. She makes it an art." There was more than just respect in Clint's tone when he spoke of his longtime partner. There were few he thought more highly of.

"And yes, she is definitely something else. But I can't wait till she meets you. She's not going to know what to think of you, Cap."