“Hmm, I suppose you have a point,” she conceded, watching Clint set aside his empty plate before returning to her own food. In Natasha’s opinion Fury was rarely the problem. It was true that she never fully trusted him, but then she never fully trusted anyone besides Clint, but Fury did have their backs more often than not. The problem was the Council. He could only stand up to them so often.

If every day of their vacation ended the way Bond’s did then Natasha certainly wouldn’t argue, and knowing the two of them they likely would. Since finally admitting that they wanted to give this relationship thing a try, and with so much time spent apart or busy due to their jobs, they were pretty insatiable when they got a bit of time like this, completely alone and free to do whatever they wanted. It didn’t mean they couldn’t spend the day together innocently, but why deny themselves when night fell and they were alone?

Natasha smirked a little to herself when Clint caressed her leg, but she neither pushed him away nor encouraged him. She simply finished off her food and set her own plate aside before snatching up the wine glass and settling back against the sofa. “I wonder if Bond ever meets a woman who isn’t willing to fuck him after knowing him for thirty seconds,” she mused, resting her head on Clint’s shoulder.