Clint offers a smile back and helps you out of the car. He takes a better hold of you once you place his arm around you. He does not want you to fall and carefully leads you inside.
Clint is a bit of a worrywart so he makes sure you get to sit down as soon as possible when you make it inside. He takes your coat and puts it in the closet and asks if he can do something else.
It only takes a second of scrabbling before she comes up with a tablet — this is Stark Tower, after all. Quickly she types out, ‘I think I’m okay now. feel strange. it’s the meds. will you sit with me?’ She holds it up so he can see the words.
Clint reads what you wrote and offers you a bright smile. “Of course I will. Anything you want at any time just ask and I’ll get it or help you with it.” He sits down next to you.
Cuddling into his side, she flicks her fingers over the tablet, bringing up the interface with the media systems. She tilted it toward Clint a little, and began to browse through the lists, mostly pausing on disney movies.