Of course Clint knew it was a joke; what fun would life be if they couldn’t tease each other? Natasha didn’t worry for a second that he would be honestly offended, and she stuck her own lip out in a mocking manner at him. “Aw, poor baby,” she cooed before leaning in to kiss that pouty lip gently, followed by a quick nip. He had been asking for it.

“That sounds like the perfect afternoon,” she replied, though she lingered a moment on their perch before getting to her feet.