Tugging her elbow length gloves back from where they had slouched slightly down her arms, Natasha then reached up and straightened Clint’s bowtie before taking his arm.

“It is possible," she replied, but when she looked over at him her eyes told a different story. “But I wouldn’t bet money on it.”

She hadn’t had a good fight in a few weeks and all the pent up energy and aggression with no physical outlet was starting to get to her. The two of them could probably easily make it out of this place without incident and while that was their better option, the option that Fury would prefer and the one that would avoid any reprimands, Natasha wasn’t sure it was the one she wanted. She also had the feeling that Clint’s line of thinking was similar to her own; it usually was. Part of the reason they worked so well together.