"If you're doing our drinks, you won't have much fun with me tonight I'm afraid", Clint stated dryly, a little of disappointment on his face when she left to redress. Well, better for both her warmth and his self-control.

He quickly put some track pants and shirt he had left on the sofa and poured them their drinks then, thankfully holding the glass against his forehead to cool his mind. Having Natasha around for the night was just too damn tempting.

But he still meant to spend some calm, somewhat romantic time with her, so he stretched out on the sofa on his side, moving back against the back rest to leave her enough space and closed his eyes for a moment, a content smile on his lips.

"I better hear you not laughing over there, woman. I swear, it's all undercover stuff."