inheritorofmemories cross your cross-arrows.
“You may ask,” she answers, coming to sit in the armchair across from him. “I may also refuse to tell you.” She’s curious, coming face to face with Clint’s twin - how could she not be? “It also seems a moot question, given my known affiliation.”
“So what does SHIELD want with little old me.” He said as his vision slowly returned to him.
“Well, that depends on what you can tell me about Michael Dawson,” Natasha answers, pushing her hair back from her face. “Well, Major-General Dawson as he was then.”