Natasha rolled her eyes and gave Clint a nudge in the ribs with her elbow. The truth was that she was pretty sure he wasn’t entirely joking, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She knew Clint would do anything for her, and if she wanted to she could walk all over him and he would lay down and take it. It was a bit of an unpleasant thought, and one she pushed away quickly. That wasn’t her anymore, she wouldn’t use him to get what she wanted.

All she needed to take out of this was that he would treat her like a queen, better than anyone else had ever treated her in her life, better than she deserved to be treated.

She pouted at him when he moved away and purposely stayed right where she was. “That sounds really nice...” she conceded, speaking slowly, “but it means you have to be way over there.” Turning to face him she stretched out one leg and poked him in the thigh with her toes. “Besides, you need to get that energy back up.” She emphasized this point by tossing him a cracker.