"Out of everyone besides me, Thor's the one you've seen the most of," she points out logically, sliding a hand up and down his spine in subtle soothing. "And Stark's youtube channel and Cap's comics don't really count."

He's exhausted and the warm soup is obviously doing the job she intended it to. She shifts, tugging him down to stretch out on the bed beside her and get comfortable. She's still stretched out beside him, head propped up in her hand as she watches him. At his question, she meets his gaze and gives him a small smile. "I will be. I've got you here to watch my back now, after all. What could go wrong?" Her smile turns fond and she leans in, presses a kiss to his forehead, light and chaste. "Get some sleep, Clint. You earned it. I'll be right here, watching your back too."