Her touch was warm and reassuring, her words soothing, and Clint allowed himself to melt back into her embrace with a soft sigh. He didn't know what he had done to deserve such an amazing, understanding woman by his side. Every of her gently whispered words sank into his heart and calmed the storm that the last days, the last hours had left. At least until the next crisis, but that was okay. They had proven that they could get through these, especially since they had stopped hiding from their feelings entirely.

"Love you, red", he answered quietly, emotion still thick in his voice, his fingertips drawing tender circles on her neck and shoulders. He didn't think there was any better feeling on this whole planet than Natasha snuggling her bare, soft body close to his, the sweet smell of her hair surrounding him and her calm, deep breathing against his chest.

He wanted to drown in her, give himself over to this feeling completely, and it was frustrating to himself that he made that so seldom, especially after fantastic encounters like the one just a few minutes ago. Knowing that Natasha didn't hold it against him helped. He still made a mental note to work on this weakness. It was important for both of them to be able to fall like that, knowing that the other one was there to catch, especially for times when it happened outside the bedroom.

"Little pushing sometimes might just help, you know", he murmured, lost in thought. "I kind of like the way you do it."

He chuckled and turned his head to seek Natasha's lips once more.