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Clint pulled his phone out of his pocket for what must have been the 10th time since the team sat down to eat. "When's the last time you saw Phil?" Clint asked Natasha.
"Phil Coulson?" Tony asked.
Natasha shook her head at Tony to not ask that, but Clint was already onto the fact that there was something wrong.
"Why isn't my husband answering his phone?" Clint asked.
"Husband?" Steve asked.
"We're going to have to catch you up on the 21st Century, Cap," Clint said, "but, for now I'd like to know where mine is."
"I'm sorry," Natasha said.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Clint asked. "You should have shot me in the head instead of saving me. I don't know how to live alone. I haven't done it since I was 22."
"I did what Coulson would have expected of me", Natasha said, "save you if I could even if you wished I hadn't."
"I can't go back to that house," Clint said.
"Well, I texted Pepper that we need to rebuild and rename the tower. My teammates are moving in so we can be all together."
'Thank you, Tony," Clint said.
"I figured Cap would like us all under one roof and Bruce was moving in anyway so we'd be all together when we have to assemble." Tony said.
"What if I like my own place?" Natasha said.
"If I was a betting man, which I am," Tony said, "I'd bet you, Natalie, that you're not all that that attached to your's."
"Natalie?" Clint asked, laughing in spite of himself. "You spent more time at the Brooklyn house than you did in your apartment. Come to the tower with me."
"Fine," Natasha said, "if Stark quits calling me Natalie."
"Tasha?" Tony asked.
"That'll do," Natasha said.