Natasha chuckled at Clint’s playful behaviour, and even less than half-heartedly swatted at him. “Seems that way.”

The sheet was certainly no challenge, he had removed clothing with just his teeth and with just as little trouble. She was pretty sure that every part of his body was talented and he knew just how to use them.

“Is that so...” she responded to his explanation. Restraints of any sort were something she had used before, but not something she had ever allowed to be used on her. She had never trusted anyone enough before, never wanted to give anyone such power over her. This trip would be about healing, about moving forward, but there would be much more to it. By the time they returned their bond would be unbreakable, and god help anyone who tried. "What else?"