“Yes, besides that. And the matching handcuffs, though they might be a little more difficult to get through security,” Natasha replied, following Clint from the coffee shop and leading the way to the mall. She was surprised at the number of people there on a Sunday afternoon and regretted stopping at her place first instead of shopping early, but so far Clint seemed okay, entirely focused on his tasks. As long as she could keep him distracted and focused then they could get through this without mishap.

Looking at the movies Clint indicated, Natasha rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but chuckle. “Forty hours of silly gadgets and objectifying women, who could resist?” she replied, nudging him with her elbow. Actually, getting take-out and spending the evening curled up on the sofa making fun of movies was what she had been planning to suggest for their evening now that they had power back, and James Bond was always a good choice for that sort of night.