He may have stopped himself from pouting, but Natasha made up for her jibe anyway by giving him a quick kiss on the lips before leaning back against him again.

“When I least expect it... very intriguing. In that case I am very much looking forward to it.” That wasn’t entirely true. While she had her doubts he would ever actually follow through, she also wasn’t sure what she would even think of it if he did. She had had enough men in her life demand things of her and control her. One of the things that had been so attractive about Clint was that he had never wanted anything from her but her. He had never expected her to do anything she didn’t want, and he had never asked her to be anyone but herself. She would take that over controlling any day, and deep down she hoped that he realised this.

Now when it came to pouting, Natasha didn’t hold back. Sticking her lower lips out she took the soap and poured some into her hands as she extricated herself from his arms.

“Fine,” she said, rubbing her hands together before moving them over her body. “Thank you for the compliment, and I assure you I currently have no plans to go with no hair.”