Natasha’s plan worked perfectly, managing to rid them both of the clingy coworkers they had been trying to escape. Smiling over at her, the smile dropped at her words. “Wh-what? What did I do wrong?” he stuttered, though Clint was pretty sure that letting John grope her while being distracted by Edith had been his downfall for sure.

That look, though, made his stomach tighten a little. The closer he got to getting her alone the more his desire grew. These past few weeks of working in the same building with her but not being able to see her had been torture, and more than once he had been tempted to come up with some sort of excuse to talk to her, to bump into her somewhere outside of ‘work’. The party may have been a bust in terms of the mission, but considering where it was heading it was a success as far as Clint was concerned.

Chris moved quickly after her and managed to get her coat before she could, holding it out like a gentleman for her to slip on and clearly trying to win back some points.