They chatted a little on the drive home, but most of the time was spent in comfortable silence filled with quick looks, soft smiles and lingering touches. Natasha noted the lay bys they passed and determined that Clint’s urgency must have passed, though she knew it wouldn’t take much to get him worked up again if she wanted to. It was tempting, but she behaved the rest of the drive.

Back at the tower she rolled her eyes a little when Clint insisted on carrying all the groceries but didn’t protest, contenting herself with just pushing all the buttons to get them where they needed to go. Still, she grinned over at him when he bumped against her shoulder.

“I was thinking the latter. Besides, everyone knows I’m cooking tonight, so if we keep them waiting too long they are likely to get hungry and come looking for us.” Or they could just stop the elevator and go at it right then and there, but Tony was sure to be alerted to the ‘malfunction’ before they could even set the groceries aside. No, it was best to wait until later when they could just be alone and not worry about any interruptions.