Letting out a deep sigh as he relaxed, Clint smiled a little as she kept her hand in place, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt. Sometimes they both just needed a little contact to remind them they were still human.

“Shh, don’t apologise. It’s not your fault,” he said, barely above a whisper. It had been all him and his big mouth, not watching what he was saying even though he knew it was a sensitive situation. He also had the habit of wanting to joke around when things were tense, kind of like right now. If he could get her to laugh he thought maybe everything would be alright. “I am pretty irresistible.”

More than he bargained for was an understatement. He knew he could still treat her the same as always, but he couldn’t guarantee there wouldn’t be awkward moments. It was going to be hard when they were sparring, or when they got teasing each other and got too close, just knowing now that if he made a move on her it wouldn’t be entirely unwelcomed. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, and that was not knowledge he could just forget or ignore. There had been times he’d wanted nothing more than to just push her against a wall and ravish the hell out of her, and now he knew that there were probably moments when she had the exact same thoughts about him. It was going to be a lot more difficult to not act on them now.

“I’d say we got about five hours until extraction. Try to get some sleep.”