He really was behaving, and she was more than a little surprised that he didn’t let his hands wander even a little bit. It was pretty impressive for him.

“I believe it is. Good boy,” she agreed, grinning over at him and patting his knee. “I think that deserves a reward.”

Looking up at the seatbelt sign which had now gone dark, Natasha unbuckled her belt and leaned over to give Clint a peck on the cheek. “Give me two minutes,” she whispered in his ear. Standing up, she moved none too innocently past him before closing herself into one of the tiny bathrooms.