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"It's called exposure therapy," Natasha stated calmly.
"It's called terrifying is what it is!" Clint's (lily-livered) older brother informed her at high volume. "Seriously, Clint, what kind of woman did you get yourself tangled up with?" he demanded.
Clint grinned and shrugged. "I like women who can kick my—"
Natasha covered his mouth and nodded in the direction of the kid waiting with the next family in line for the private plane. "We should go back up, get you used to flying. Nothing bad happened, so nothing to fear."
Barney stared at her. "Thanks but no thanks." He shuddered.