Clint was the closest thing Natasha had to family, probably the closest thing she ever would have. He was her brother. Those kids of his were her niece and nephews, Laura her sister. Her family. He'd taken a chance on her when no one else would have, and he'd brought a killer into his family just to prove to her that she could be something more. No one was ever going to have that relationship with Natasha. Didn't mean she didn't care about the rest of them. Didn't mean she hadn't looked on their team as a different kind of family.

The jailhouse, it seemed, would not give up any answers to her. She sighed a little, and put her hands on her hips, giving one last look around. "So, the barn. Check." She nodded her head at the door. "Where were you going after checking on the goat?"