He was just letting himself believe it, just letting himself hope when she broke the spell. He couldn’t be too disappointed, not when she was moving against him like that, and while he would let his mind scour over it later for now he was quick to obey and let it go.

One word was enough, who really needed words anyway? Wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight, Clint turned away from the wall. To his left was one door and he could see a hint of tiled floor, and to the right a larger door which he banked on as the living room and headed toward. His assumption, thankfully, turned out correct and he proceeded to carry her across the room, his lips working on her shoulder as he peered over it to at least have an idea of where he was going. When he reached the couch, though, and tried to squeeze in between it and the coffee table he lost his footing and ended up falling onto the plush surface with Natasha beneath him.