Okay, here’s a quick snapshot from Lokiday chapter 17 (during Loki and Jane’s dramatic escape from justice):
Natasha finds Clint in the lounge, which is a terrible place for him to be. The booze down here is terrible. He should’ve just gone for the store down the street.
“We have to go,” she says. “Loki and Dr. Foster haven’t been found yet. Fury wants all hands on deck.”
“I’m sure Bonnie and Clyde are a million worlds away by now,” Clint drinks down his beer and shudders. “Goddammit… why do they do this to us?”
“To discourage drinking on the job, I guess,” Natasha says, touching his arm. “We really do need to go now.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I’ll let you punch him in the face if we find him.”
“Like I wouldn’t have done that already.”
Okay, this called for drastic measures. Natasha kneels in front of him, eyes going wide as her lip quivers. Clint pauses taking another sip, getting caught in her trap just as fast as she knew he would. He tried to look away, but her power over him was too strong and he threw the bottle aside.
“I’m punching him twice.”
“Works for me.”
The intercom crackled. “All agents, we have visual on the targets. They are heading down Broadway on a motorcycle. Repeat they are on a-”
A sudden burst of static cuts them off. It’s replaced by a Dexy’s Midnight Runners song of all fucking things.
Clint drinks down another piss beer until his murderous rage is down to a slightly trigger happy rage, and then they go.