[ There's not many Natasha would allow into her private quarters like this while she was absent. She's fiercely protective of her private spaces, but she wouldn't have been surprised to find Clint on her couch, if he'd needed it. And the sight of Natasha curled up in one of her chairs having breakfast gives her pause for half a second before she just accepts it and strolls towards her, looking tired. ]

Steve's a stubborn idiot, Tony's an arrogant ass, someone thought it would be a good idea to put Thaddeus Ross in charge, and we might have destroyed an airport.

[ Huffing in frustration, she drops down into the chair next to Natasha's, a long-limbed sprawl that still manages to look graceful despite the fact that it's obvious she's 300% done. ]

Oh, and the team might be done. Rhodes got badly injured, half of them are in prison, and most of the rest of us are on the run.