A grin curved Natasha’s lips and she felt a smug sense of satisfaction when the screen proclaimed GAME OVER in large letters. Clint had used those skilled hands and mouth of his to gain his victory, but she had managed to break him down with only her words, and it hadn’t taken very long at all. She would definitely remember this for future gloating.

“Mm, but you enjoy it,” she said, raising one hand to practically pet his hair. She could practically feel the thoughts racing through his head, could imagine all the images and fantasies he was considering right now. His voice trembled, his pulse quickened; maybe if she did follow through it would be more of a reward than a punishment. “It is soon time to board,” she spoke again after a moment. “Think you can stand up yet?” The teasing smile was evident in her voice.