Clasping her hands behind his neck, Natasha couldn’t help but marvel at Clint’s strength. He lifted her easily and carried her as if she weighed nothing, not even once faltering in his slow, steady stride. His arms were always gentle when he held her and she knew she was safe in them, but she also knew he had the strength to pin her down and be rough with her if he really wanted to. He wouldn’t, not unless she expressly asked him to, but the idea that he could was thrilling enough.

Once she was on her feet again she let her arms fall back to her sides and waited. Moving her hair out of the way and over one shoulder, she nodded at the request and answered with “yes. And the suit as well.”