His answer wasn’t what she expected, and Natasha almost called him out for telling her something that was neither private nor meaningful, but one look in his eyes made it clear that it was meaningful to him. Her brows furrowed just slightly before she plastered another smile on her face, remembering that they had an audience.

“Sounds like there’s a story behind that,” she said, her tone not matching her expression at all. “I would like to hear it sometime.” It was an honest sentiment, she really was interested, though it went without saying that she wouldn’t push if he didn’t want to talk about it. Their whole relationship hinged around that fact.

The song was coming to an end and it would soon be time to carry on with the mission and let Clint slink back into the shadows where he belonged, forever watching and always having her back. Their dance might be almost over, but she would still have need of him tonight.