"You show me how to thigh-choke someone and I'll do my worst. Because I'm pretty sure that's why he's so afraid of you."

Though she did look kind of adorable with that little white point on her nose, Clint couldn't resist reaching out and wiping it off with a fingertip. Teasing her right back, he took his time sucking the cream off his skin, watching her from half-lidded eyes.

"I could get used to it..."

He more meant afternoons like this, sitting together in a quiet corner with convenience food, joking like their real life, their job wouldn't even exist, but there was no need telling her again. He did his best, showing her.

"But then they'd probably have me on a diet when I don't fit my uniform anymore."