Natasha’s eyes followed his every movement, a playful glint obvious in their green depths. “Or maybe I wanted to get them out of the way so I could have you all to myself for the next few hours,” she replied. She’d let him take that however he liked.

“I am resting,” she said as he finally settled into the chair. “But I believe you owe me a story.” She wondered if he would remember after all the events and actions that had made up their mission.