Natasha gave Clint her most adoring smile and handed him one of the bags. “Definitely,” she replied. “I can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”

Secretly enjoying the man gave her who had retrieved the luggage, she pulled the handle on the suitcase and rolled it toward the elevators. Once inside the lift she hit the button for their floor and let out a breath. Reaching up to undo the pins, she massaged her scalp slightly as her hair fell loose about her shoulders. “I don’t care how terrible the room is, if the shower has hot water I’ll put up with anything else at this point.” It was always the first thing she did after a mission like this, just wanting to feel clean again after having the mark’s grubby paws all over her. Luckily this one had been easier than some.