Natasha gave him a look for his comment, somehow managing to keep a straight face despite his infectious grin. With her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled she knew exactly what ‘wrong idea’ people would be getting. In all honesty it would probably aid their escape as it made for a good reason they would be leaving the party so early, to continue their presumed amorous activities elsewhere.

Taking Clint’s arm once more, they moved swiftly yet inconspicuously through the gardens, the grass cold under her bare feet. “What are the chances we’ll be put up somewhere nice this time?” While playing her role Natasha had been living very comfortably, but she couldn’t return there after this. Someone will have gone in while she was at the party and cleaned house, removing all traces of her as if she had never been there at all. S.H.I.E.L.D. were nothing if not efficient.