"He's not my kid, he's like, my great-great-great-grandkid or something. Time travel." He smirks. "He does seem to have the family charm, yeah. "Goes up in space and hits on all the aliens--and only half try to kill him."

Clint can see a shadow of something in her expression--so like the Nat he knows--but he knows well enough to leave it alone (and that with Nat, there's always a shadow; she's Russian).

"Yeah, I'll bet he does. What's he got you lookin' for? Cosmic cube, Galactus' loofah?