"You been reading up on me?" the comment is delivered lightly, as if he's been facebook stalking her and not reading her full classified service history on the internet. Though to be fair, it could also be on facebook. She's actively trying not to look at spaces where she can read people's commentary on the things she's done.

Of course, there are holes in her files. Every spy has secrets. One of her biggest secrets is sitting across from her.

"Hawkeye," she answers the question more seriously after just a moment. "Clint. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way a few months after I got out of the Red Room. They sent Clint to kill me. He made a different call."

It's quiet for a moment, and she studies his face like she's trying to figure out what's going on in his brain. Leaning forward again, she plucks out a fry and holds it out to him with a little smile. "French fry for your thoughts?"