“How thoughtful of them,” Natasha deadpanned, tilting her head to one side and then the other to stretch her neck. She sincerely hoped it was just dinner but she wasn’t going to hold her breath.

When the elevator stopped on their floor she plastered a smile on her face again before the doors opened. The hallway was empty but they could never be too sure. Slipping one hand inside Clint’s jacket as they made their way down the hall, she let it rest on his lower back, just for good measure. “After you, darling,” she all but purred as they reached their room, waiting for him to open the door since he had the key.