“Mmm, not a bad tactic,” Natasha replied, leaning a little more into his touch. She was practically purring, it was ridiculous, but only around him was she comfortable enough to not care. She didn’t have to uphold an image around him, didn’t have to remain professional; she could just relax and be herself. “You’re a good little soldier, Agent Barton,” she teased.

Yes, it was an exaggeration, but it was fun to play along. He didn’t always make the best decisions in his personal life, though, that much was true, but in the field she knew his quick thinking had probably saved both their asses more than once.