"We are", Clint claimed, innocently drawing his hand back just to her waist as if nothing had happened. Though he didn't need to look to see that small shiver sprawling out just where her she had teased him back.
In spite of wearing himself out before, he was pretty sure he'd be back in the game in five minutes if he wanted to, but Natasha definitely needed some rest after being there for him so much.

"Still not going to hurt you", he murmured into her hair. "Speaking of it... If you feel like I'm going to lash out or something... You kick my ass, okay? I'm okay, really... Just might be an uneasy night."