"Clint," she said with a sigh after they’d just gone over this. "I don’t make the plans. This is your mission. You make the plans. I don’t know how sex rings work anymore than you do." Natasha stood up and went to her bag, to grab the dye. "All you have to do is shake it up and put it in your hair. You shouldn’t need me help to do that, after fifteen minutes, wash it out."
Nat was getting a bit more short with him but she was more than annoyed he kept expecting her to come up with everything. He was just as much of an Agent as she was, even if she didn’t like admitting that.
"Didn’t you do any research into sex rings before you decided to head up this mission?"
"Hey, I brought you with me ‘cause you’re supposed to be an expert," he protested, "I don’t know this stuff. It’s not like I’m expected to. I’m just here because I didn’t have any free people I could assign to this thing that could get it done." He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his chair back, watching her move around.
He took the hair dye from her with a sigh, studying it a little. “Look, I haven’t been out on something like this in a while, okay? Not really since Diana came around. I’m a little rusty,” he admitted, standing from the chair to go into the bathroom so he could take care of his hair.
"And no, I didn’t. I mean, I tried to, but it made me uncomfortable and I stopped," he grumbled, remembering how research had really just led him to wanting to bash in these people’s skulls because all he cold think about was something happening to his kid and how much he’d kill someone if it did. Besides, the goal of the mission was capture, not terminating. He couldn’t go into this wanting to strangle everyone already.