Natasha could have easily been ready to go again as well, though not for anything quite as thorough and heavy as before. She could certainly go for a quickie but when Clint retracted his hand and played innocent she did little more than give him a “yeah, right” look before settling her head back on his chest again.

She wasn’t sure why he felt the need to keep reiterating that he wouldn’t hurt her, except for the demons lurking in his head being worse tonight. He hadn’t hurt her before, and while she might not be up for that particular kind of fun again any time soon, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to do it again sometime. She also knew he would never push, and that it would be in her own time.

This was about more than that, though, and he was still clearly worried about the nightmare that were likely to come. “I never have any problem kicking your ass,” she said, her hand sliding up over his chest again to reclaim its place over his heart.