Natasha could sense Clint’s unease but did nothing to abate it. Let him mull it over and suspect her every move. Might be she wouldn’t have to do anything to exact revenge, he might just do it all himself.

Settling into the passenger seat of the car, she adjusted the skirt of her dress so the slits showed just enough leg to be provocative but not enough to appear intentional. Smiling over at Clint when he joined her in the car, she tapped her lips as she considered the question.

“I would say somewhere around a leisurely stroll, but if you try to detain me I may have to hurt you,” she replied.