"Yep, you're stuck with me. Might as well accept that sad fate."

Chuckling to himself, Clint brought his hand back to her shoulder and closed his eyes again, pushing from his mind that he didn't mind at all having Natasha's teeth on him. From time to time. Not tonight anymore.

Right now he was completely content with just feeling her. His hand half and half slipped under the loose, soft hem of the sweater just to hold her even closer, skin to skin.
His fingertips traced idle circles on her shoulder and arm, admiring the smooth softness of and finding the few places where it wasn't, where too flat, sensitive tissue met his rough pads.

Stories, mistakes, compromises. Reminders. Belonging to her just like her stunning appearance, the sexiness of her voice and her stunning smile. The proof of her strength, her survival, and he knew nearly all of them.

Budapast on the back of her arm, right below her armpit. Latvia, three fainting lines of claws around her blade bone.

And of course the aggressive scraggy circle right below her collarbone from his own arrow. That was where his fingers lingered, gently covering her shoulder while he breathed another kiss onto her neck.

Partners, yes, for more than ten years, and he gladly hauled her sweet ass out of every grave situation, ever since he had had to pin her to the floor to save her life. Not one of his best memories. The less he had to worry about her, the better.

Maybe they could ask Nick to assign them on a few more missions together than in the last years. But Clint knew that he couldn't always be there, and one day he wouldn't be when he needed too. That thought kept him awake too often to just joke the subject aside.

"I could give you a few lessons, though, if that's okay with you. It can be really helpful to get a plane in the air by yourself."