Natasha clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Your story keeps changing. If you have something so important and they need you then why weren’t they protecting you at the party?” she asked, inspecting her gun a moment as if bored. “On top of that, why didn’t you say that in the first place? It sounds like a much better reason that you simply paying them.”

Holding the gun in one hand and letting it dangle at her side, she rested her other on Clint’s shoulder and leaned against him. Those damn heels she was wearing were killing her feet, and it was getting more tempting to just kill this man and get it over with, but the Ten Rings connection was certainly an intriguing one. He could prove useful yet.