Natasha had been impressed when she had found that whoever had packed her luggage had been thoughtful enough to pack a book for her as well. Then she had looked at the cover and decided she was no longer grateful and someone was having a nice chuckle somewhere. Trashy romance novels weren’t really her style, but for lack of anything better to do while Clint slept, she settled back in the chair and started to read, her gun hidden under a half folded newspaper on the table beside her.

It was the classic tale of a young woman set to marry a rich man who she didn’t love who got kidnapped on the eve of her wedding. Of course her and her handsome captor fought and argued, but the attraction was evident and coupled with the fact that her fiancé wasn’t too keen on paying her ransom, of course she eventually fell for the man who had taken her and treated her roughly for over two hundred pages. Not really caring to find out how it turned out, not that she couldn’t make an accurate guess at it, Natasha had set the book aside and settled on staring at the wall for a while as she let her mind wander, then at Clint. He was more laid back than many of their coworkers, but she still liked to see him completely relaxed. More than that, she enjoyed the knowledge that he trusted her enough to watch his back that he could sleep with her being his only protection. He was the only one she could do the same with herself.

After a little over three hours she got to her feet and padded silently across the floor to the side of the bed. Smirking a bit to herself, she bent over and blew softly into his ear.