"Many very beautiful ones. And hey, come on, working for M can't be half as bad as answering to Fury."

Still chuckling, Clint put his empty plate away and sipped at his wine instead. God, he definitely needed a vacation. Working for anyone but these asshats in the council sounded definitely too tempting right now.

Fortunately he was soon enough distracted by the inevitable love scene on screen. Well, that was one setting he definitely planned on copying on their holidays... Among other things. He got lost a little, imagining both of them in that little house, relaxing over some good food while they watched the waves roll below. His hand had sneaked its way on Natasha's leg again purely on instinct, harmlessly caressing, and a little he actually felt like they were already gone.