Had Clint been in charge of packing he would have just stuffed the whole armload in the bag as is, but Natasha decided to waste what little time they had left folding everything. Women. His face lit up at the idea of fucking with Tony, though. It was definitely a worthwhile pastime. “I approve of this plan.” It would drive Tony crazy.

With only the weapons left to grab, Clint took a moment’s pause. It was a bad idea. With so little time remaining, Natasha decided there was still enough to get close and teasing and, Christ she was just not going to make this easy for him. “Oh, it’s gonna be hard,” he agreed, his voice little better than a growl. Grabbing her hips he pulling her against him. “Luckily most people are more likely to be looking at you than me. And I’m sure there are enough that have already guessed I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out for years.”

They could go on thinking whatever they wanted, they didn’t have to know that anything had been acted on.

“You just keep thinking about it and next time we’re alone maybe you can make it a reality.” He leaned in so his forehead touched hers. “Now they’ll be here any minute, so gimme a kiss and let’s make it a good one.” He didn’t wait for affirmation before capturing her lips with his.