Natasha is mildly surprised to see Clint dash into the same subway car as her. Last she'd seen of him, he'd been saddled with extra paperwork after being a wise ass to Coulson again.

But Clint hasn't clocked her at all. His focus is on the one open seat. Natasha does a quick calculation. The seat is slightly closer to him, but his lack of situational awareness means he doesn't realize he has competition. And she lost a bet to Bobbi and had to teach beginner hand-to-hand course today so there's no way in hell she's standing on her way home.

She darts forward. She can tell the exact moment Clint realizes his mistake. Except instead of stopping like she'd expected him to, he acts as if nothing has changed.

Clint lands in her lap a second after she claims the seat.

"I'm not giving up this seat, Barton." she growls under her breath.

"Who's giving anything up?" Clint answers airily, "We're partners. Surely we can share."

Natasha rolls her eyes, but ultimately decides it would be unconscionable to dump someone face-first onto the floor of a New York City subway. Plus SHIELD would probably take any cost for medical treatment out of her pay.

And if she loops her arm around Clint's waist to keep him from falling as the train takes a particularly sharp turn, neither of them mention it.