If he likes to see glass and metal everywhere he'd love visiting any of the Avengers' complexes Tony Stark has designed. Here though, such things tend to stand out and the whole point of Nat's safe house is to do anything but.

"A man comfortable with his masculinity and who likes the color." She calls out from the hallway where the sounds of zips and rummaging can still be heard.

She's sure Barton has some in tact jeans and those chevron shirts he likes so much hanging around somewhere amid all his tactical gear. A few button up plaid shirts he likes to ear when he's out on the farm with his family. Plenty of civilian wear that won't stand out when they're walking the streets.

What she's certainly not expecting is Han to be dressed to the nines as an Avenger when she walks back into the bedroom. Any commentary she might have had dies on her tongue as she stares hard at him, blinking rapidly for a few seconds before she tilts her head to the side.

"If we need to get into a fight, sure. Not going to let you walk around the streets like that. You'll attract all the wrong kinds of attention."

She needs to just walk back out of that room before she stares too long. It's a good look for him and Nat's been made a fool of once today already. She'd rather not relive that already.