The chuckle wasn’t exactly genuine but Natasha would take what she could get at this point. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with faux innocence, sliding her hand around to push at one side of the sweater. It wasn’t as easy using only one hand, but she had carried out much more difficult tasks one handed, this was hardly a challenge.

“Isn’t that what we do best?” she said, raising her head to smile at him. It was the truth, really; they were at their best when they were together and they did their best work as a team, no matter what it was.

Closing her eyes at his gentle kisses, if she were a lesser woman she might have melted right there. Her lip was still a bit sore where she had bit it earlier and she had hardly given it much rest since. She had hardly noticed, but she did notice the care Clint took with her anyhow.

When he arched his back again she pushed the sweater up to just under his arms, as far as she could get it before he’d have to let her go for a moment.