Natasha grinned smugly at her victory and rolled onto her side to face Clint as he laid down on the other side of the bed.

“Now isn’t that better?” she teased, tucking her hands up under her pillow. “It’ll only be another hour or so before we should pack up and get ready.”

Already she was anticipating whatever they would be facing when the time came. There was a chance it would be nothing, that they would make a clean break and get back to base with barely a scratch, but she wasn’t counting on it. With there luck, a less favourable outcome was more likely.

((ha! brilliant. I can’t say much considering my supper lastnight consisted of popcorn, wine and icecream))