The sudden change of subject was a very welcome one, after Clint had just been in the mood for another not so friendly comment in Fury's direction. He somehow forgot of that pretty quickly with Natasha back in his arms, doing her best to let him forget the difficulties of the afternoon.

She still tasted of sugar and chocolate and he chuckled against her lips, slipping his tongue playfully between hers to catch more of that enticing note. It reminded him of the careless little bantering in the coffee shop, the minutes of relaxing and normalcy in between the usual loads concerning their work.

He decided, it was much better to hold on to that for the evening, forget the rest until they'd have to face it again in the morning. Natasha deserved better than having to deal with his brooding all evening.

Carefully, to not make a mess of her hair again, he wrapped his hand around her neck to hold her close, rest his forehead against hers with closed eyes to try and let the new weight slip off his shoulders. She was there for him, even when he didn't even know he much he needed her in certain moments. That was all he could ask for right now. His thumb softly caressed over the softness of her lips, her cheek, slightly reddened from the cold, while he searched for words, found none and let it be. Enough talk for the moment.

He managed it to maneuver them to the sofa without letting go off her and pull her down with him, to just enjoy this for a while... Just holding her. Returning with her to a place that could be a home for both of them, whenever she liked it, with all the bullshit staying outside.