Natasha made a very half-hearted attempt to pull her foot away before heaving a mock sigh in defeat. It was all worth it to see him smile like that.

Her eyelids dropped until she was looking at him through her lashes when he started pressing and caressing her feet, and if she had been inclined to refuse she certainly lost all will to do so now. He was just far too good with his hands, no matter what the application.

“You’re lucky you’re not the only one with good aim,” Natasha replied with a light laugh. Taking up the plate of crackers she tossed one toward Clint’s open mouth before popping one into her own.