Natasha smirked a little at Clint’s reaction, her eyes following him as he moved past her to the fridge. Taking the bottle when he offered, she fully expected the retaliation and was able to prepare for it, though she was already looking forward to putting that tongue to better use later.

“Maybe,” was her only answer to all of his questions. Smiling enigmatically, she popped another piece of fruit into her mouth, this time not even trying to tease him, and handed the water back. “Ready when you are.”

She didn’t bother to go blowdry her hair, figuring the warm air outside would do so quickly enough. They were probably better off getting out of here as quickly as possible or they might not leave at all.