“I may take you up on that. I’m sure I have some leather in my closet that would fit the occasion.” More than she cared to admit, probably, and some entirely inappropriate for riding a bike. Being ridden on a bike, however...

It really was rare, this completely carefree mood, and Natasha wasn’t sure how to describe it, not that she tried too hard. Some things were better left unexamined, and this was definitely one of those things.

"Mm, maybe later then," she said. Smiling warmly at Clint while he surveyed her outfit, she let him pull her into his arms and settled comfortably against him again. “Missed it? You mean in the last ten minutes?”