Natasha considered just throwing her coat on as if she had been awoken from sleep like everyone else, but seeing Clint change she followed his lead. In all the commotion who would be paying attention to what kind of trousers she was wearing under her coat?

Swapping out the pajamas for something a little more protective, she packed up the rest of her bag and set the loaded guns on top with her coat.

“That depends, are we counting the phrase in total or how many different individuals say it?” she replied, sitting in one of the chairs to pull on a pair of socks and the sneakers.