Toni's expression falters at bit at that, her lips pursing together thoughtfully. She knew, logically, that it was more than likely that everything Natasha or Clint were asked to do by SHIELD carried a risk of death - they didn't put their best operatives onto simple tasks, of course - but hearing it confirmed was a step apart from that nebulous 'presumption' knowledge.

As usual sees fit to deflect her discomfort with a joke, bringing her coffee to her lips with a snort though her grip is tight on the sides of the mug.

"God woman, do you even FEEL fear?"