Except for the smallest twitch of his right eyelid, Clint didn't show a single sign when Natasha's fingertips found an especially ticklish place. Self control and all. And maybe he liked it a little, too.

"This couch turned into my favorite furniture piece since yesterday", he murmured after a while, sleepiness sounding through his voice. "Lots of great memories."

Two of his fingertips found the way between her legs, teasing the insides of her thigh where the seams of her pants left her skin sensitive.

"I know, a brain doesn't work like this... I know, the other memories will always come back. But I like to think, they have less room if I try to make up a bunch of really good new ones. Instead of fretting about the past all the time."