“Oh, I’m sorry if I’d rather do something with my time rather than just wait,” Natasha replied. Oh, she knew Clint’s job was just as important as hers, it certainly wasn’t a waste of time, but two could play the teasing game.

“Funny? It’s not funny at all,” she suddenly put on a serious face but it didn’t last long, her smile returning when he kissed her cheek. “Let’s just say I will believe it when I see it.”

In her experience Clint was far from demanding, especially when it came to her. She didn’t like to use the advantage she obviously had, but it was impossible not to notice that he would pretty much let her walk all over him if she wanted to. Luckily she didn’t want to.

“Are you saying that this doesn’t suit me?” Natasha asked, running a hand back through her shorter, drenched hair.