When Clint clarified what he had meant, Natasha just barely kept herself from laughing. Lifting the sheet a little she peered down it at herself before her eyes turned back to Clint and she held the covers back in place again. His expression was priceless.

“Hot toys, hmm?” she said, raising one eyebrow and toying with the edge of the sheet. “I suppose we could probably work out some kind of deal...” It was entirely possible Clint could be joking, but after last night Natasha wasn’t so sure. If he did have some... creative ideas, then she was definitely interested in hearing them.