Squeezing his hand before letting it go, Natasha watched him a moment longer as he dug into his food before finally turning back to hers. She was glad that they could talk about things like this, that they could discuss any issues they had in their relationship calmly and come to some sort of resolution. She had seen other couples lie, fight and cheat, and while she was under no illusion that they would never argue, she never wanted that to be them.

Hungrier than she had realised, she had to remind herself that this wasn’t a race and eating too quickly would probably be a bad idea. Pacing herself, she moved her legs under the table again, only this time instead of the teasing she had been doing earlier she just shifted enough that she could press her knee to Clint’s, just that little bit of contact.