Natasha rolled her eyes at his antics, but she did so with a smile. He didn’t let his silly side out to play as often as he used to, so she was glad to see it whenever he did.

She was sure he didn’t have to stand behind her while he set the game up and gave her the few instructions, and he definitely didn’t have to touch her, but she certainly wasn’t going to argue when he did. Soon she was ready to go, though, and with her hand on the joystick she was all business as the countdown ran.

Of course he wasn’t about to play fair, though, and Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly as his warm hands encircled her waist. “Not a bit,” she replied, her focus on the game as she started to move the little pie-shaped character around the screen, chomping on dots and avoiding ghosts.