When Clint caught Natasha's grin, his cheeks once took a very interesting color and he at least tried to slow down a little and turn his gaze to the screen. Though he had to admit, she looked cute with a bit of sweet and sour sauce on her chin... Not that he would ever tell her that.

"Sorry. If it gets too much, you can just put a collar on me and walk me around the house, deal?"

Very fitting. They were just watching the hero get tortured by the hot dominatrix in the uniform and the hooker boots.

"Why is it always the evil chick, though? They should hire a dominant guy in leather and fishnets for once for these scenes. Pretty sure that would freak out the guy much more."