Natasha wasn't going to say a word either. She followed Barton onto the plane, their usual team dynamic looking a little more shaky than usual. She could still co-pilot for him, that wasn't a hard thing to do.

Instead of slowing her steps when she noticed Steve she held her head even higher, her nearly silent footsteps so confident and professional she was like the good little SHIELD agent poster child. Natasha didn't look back, she didn't do anything as she slide into the co-pilot seat.

Clint on the other hand. "You OK?" He glanced at her, then back at Steve for a micro second. Tasha pulls the radio set over her head and started flipping switches. "Perfect." She says flatly. "Absolutely perfect."