"Mouth the brain filter again Barton" She shouldn't have took it to mean what her mind computed but in the dull haze of one hours sleep she couldn't stop herself. Chuckling away as the boot was careless tossed away, shuffling to get comfortable in the circle of his arm.

She hummed softly in response, careless of what she'd made him think. Domestic was something Natasha was unsure about, another grey area. She wasn't bred to be domesticated, to be tied down to something. She was bred to murder, seduce and disappear into the night like a good little shoulder. Then again, she didn't get given the code-name of Black Widow for nothing. Possibly because ninety percent of men she'd taken to her bed had never left.

"Point taken, touche." She patted his arm softly, deciding to remove the gloves still around her fingers, ripping the Velcro straps open and tugging them off with her teeth. "I warn you, I'm a terrible shopper. I either hate everything or want everything. Don't think Shield would comp a shopping spree."

The idea of actually going clothes shopping with Clint made her stomach clench and well, her heart throb with some kind of need. Possibly the need to feel normal, the need to become somebody new, the need to lie to herself instead of having others do it for her. Trick herself into believing she led a different life where she could feel compassion and love for somebody and understand it.

"It's a date I guess. After the Disney marathon though okay?"