“Oh, I don’t know... I’ll have to think about it,” she replied coyly.

Standing back while Clint said his good night and finished loading and started the dishwasher, Natasha let out a laugh when he suddenly lifted her into his arms and sat her on the counter. Her arms unconsciously winding around his shoulders, she ran on fingertip down his spine right at the base of his skull to where it disappeared beneath his shirt collar.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she replied, just barely brushing his lips with hers before leaning back to look at him with a smile and raised eyebrows.