Clint just smirked. "Fuck yeah I have Widow boxers, wanna see?" he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. "There's a spider right on my - " Before he could finish that sentence Natasha entered, and he watched as she greeted Peter. He didn't finish his sentence, the moment now gone, though he did wink at Peter as he saw the teen look at him with an amused expression. Bruce then caught his eye, one eyebrow raised, and Clint just shrugged.<br/><br/>Peter returned Natasha's greeting with one of his own, then folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them. He just silently watched Nat and Tony talk. He couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Whenever Coulson wasn't baking - which mostly happened when he was stressed or someone was feeling bad - or joining them for movie night, he was working. It had happened a couple of times when he was staying over at the Tower that he'd wake up in the middle of the night, leave his room in search of a midnight snack or just something to drink, and he'd catch Coulson still awake and working on some paperwork. Peter didn't know if it was just a coincidence that he caught Coulson those times or if he regularly stayed up until late. Either way, he was always busy. Peter couldn't help but wonder what he did for fun. Did he even have hobbies besides baking and working? Peter didn't really see him do anything else. Then again, he didn't live at the Tower. Or at least, he didn't used to. Maybe things would be different now. He was pulled from his thought by Bruce grabbing his attention. "Do you want me to get you some breakfast, Pete?" Peter shook his head, remaining in the same position. "I'm not that hungry, thanks though." For a moment it looked as if Bruce would try again, but then he seemed to accept it and he nodded. "Alright, just make sure to eat something before the social worker arrives alright?" Peter just nodded.