"Seem to remember I offered you sometime on the weekend how to get your ass out of situations without a pilot", Clint murmured, too close to her ear again, to provoke another of these sweet little shivers. "I don't make any promises, you know. And seeing how well you handle a joystick, it won't take long for you to become a professional."

In fact she was doing so well that his attempts to distract her didn't show any effects at all. Time for some more provocations, it seemed.

After another quick glance over his shoulder, he slipped his fingertips under the hem of her pants, making sure, his sleeve and her shirt covered everything. With the thin fabric of her panties between his fingertips, he tugged on it just lightly from time to time, to unsettle Natasha just a little more without really doing anything.