He really was, and Natasha wouldn’t have him any other way. He was ruthless and efficient when he needed to be, but he couldn’t turn off the guilt like she could. That compassion, that softness, was one of the things she loved most about him, and something she felt rubbed off on her in a good way. Some days she thought that he was her humanity; she was certainly much more alive, much more human, with him than she ever had been before.

Wrapping one arm loosely around his shoulders for a moment, she placed a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat before leaning back to look up at him. Angelina sort of knew where he worked, so if asked Natasha could say that she worked with him without having to elaborate, hopefully. Everything else she could probably roll with.

“You keep saying things like that and I’m going to expect to wake up one morning to a surprise wedding thrown by all your neighbours,” Natasha chuckled. It was easy to joke about it as it was something they had never really discussed, something she never really considered doing again. “Now get back in the kitchen.” Pulling away from him, she gave his ass a playful slap.

She doubted she would have to go far to get the information she wanted, then back to the house for some food, a shower, and some more relaxation.