Clint managed to get Liho back outside with little fuss, which probably had to do at least partially to the fact that she was already aware that it was only temporary.

“Cute?” Natasha repeated, scrunching up her nose, well, cutely as she returned to the living room, a mug in each hand. “Not usually a term used to describe me.” Beautiful, sexy, intimidating, even scary, but cute? Only Clint could get away with that one. Still, stopping in front of him she tilted her head forward so he could place the hat on her head.